A Soldier Never Stops, my revenge my way.

Chapter 2

he looked around and saw a woman standing in front of him she was giving some money to a beggar, he went to her and asked her for help,

"Miss, can you lend me some money?"

She stared at him disgustingly, upside down, and took out the note and threw it on him, which slipped down,

He didn't make any fuss, as he knew what he is now, he need that, he needs every penny...

He bent down and took it away as the lady stepped back annoyingly,

He went to the PCO to call the only number he remembered, Alex, his best friend, he was the one who went to take Izzie to a safe place, and he was the only one who was not present there when he got shot, it was clear that he did not shoot him, so Steven thought that it was safe to call him,

"Hello," Alex trembled just at hearing the voice,

"Who...!!is this Steve...Steven?"

his voice was shaking, while his eyes widened,

"Steven... is that you?" he asked again unable to believe his ears.

"Yes....that's me..." said Steven.

"Ahh..... I can't believe this, you are alive, where are you, tell me I'll be there, I wanna see you" Alex exhilarated in amazement,

"I am in the PCO near the IIMS building," concealed Steven,

" Just wait for me there don't go anywhere, stay in that PCO"

instructed Alex,

" bring my things along"

It was evening seven, Steven came out of the public phone and sat on the bench near it waiting for Alex,

he saw a man going into the phone booth and not long ago, a huge truck came at its highest speed and hit the booth, with that dangerous hit, the booth floated in the air and the man in it landed with a hit on the ground and his head crushed with the road red with his blood,

Steven was startled for a while, and in a blink of an eye, a man died in pieces.

"was that my fate?" his mind mazed, he could hardly think of anything else,

Everyone rushed to that man and to catch the truck driver but the truck escaped,

was that a planned accident?

was that for me?

His soul shivered inside his deep heart, as he thought about that,

He doesn't want to believe in his instinct, he doesn't want to believe that his best friend will do that to him, but he didn't dare to call him again as well.

With the remaining change in his hands, he bought some bread to eat, but his hands were shaking when he remembered what just happened, he never feared death,

He was afraid of being betrayed.

After having the bread, he thought of laying on that bench to straighten his back.

Resting his arms over his forehead, after having a tragic day, he lay on the bench to give minimal rest to his mind.

But his mind was like a maze, longing for the answers he wanted to hear,

It was a night the mid-winter, the climate betrayed him too, and the snow started falling.

Every dash of snow was like an arrow piercing his skin with its coldness making him shiver.

He shivered for a long time until an old lady came with a shabby rug and covered him with it,

He opened his eyes to look at her, she smiled at him,

"take it, kid, I have another one"

and left calmly,

" Humanity is still alive," thought Steven,

Clenching himself inside that rug,

The next day morning, he started his journey to his love Izzie, he was sure that she will be happy to see him alive,

But he didn't have a penny in his hands, unable to beg he decided to work as a laborer to earn something that will be helpful to him.

Working in a transport station as a man unloading the load, he earned ten dollars after a full day of labor.

It was not a new job to him, he worked here for all his adulthood to earn his fee money.

His childhood was hard too, a miserable life of a poor child, his father was a night watchman, and earns very little, hardly enough for them to survive as half of the money was used for his father's liquor.

His father died when he was in high school, and with no other option, he worked in these loading yards as an illegal worker because no one would give a small boy a better job.

The money he earned was barely enough for him to go to the city, where Izzie lives,

But he can't go there in his attire, he was wearing a turned shirt, with a mud coat over it, smelling like a hell of dirt.

He decided to work for two more days to be able to get the money to buy a dress to wear,

He went back to the bench on the footpath and say there, the moment his gaze fall on the road where the man was dead yesterday, it reminds him of Alex, he was still confused about whether it was really Alex that betrayed him.

He slept there and found the rug on the bench, he looked around to see for the one who reminded him of humanity,

that old woman was sitting on the other bench.

He smiled at her and she nodded her head greeting him,

He felt good to have a companion now.

The next day he earns a lot more by working overtime,

That night he found bread along with the rug, it felt so emotional that his eyes filled with tears,

he looked at the lady, she was eating another piece of bread looking at him with a childish smile.

He ate it and the next day before leaving, he wrapped up a hundred dollar bill with the rug from the three hundred dollars that he earned from his hard work, and left it on the bench for that lady as his gratitude,

From the money he earned, he bought a dress for himself and hop on a bus to the city where Izzie lives.

He was so delighted that he could see her after a huge gap.

Thinking about how she will react on seeing him alive,

After a four hour's journey, he went to the address she gave to him, it was a tremendous villa,

But he was stopped at the gate by security, he said that he is a friend of Izzie Brown,

But the words he heard from the watchman blocked his head,

"Madam Izzie doesn't live here anymore, he lives with her husband in Los Angeles."

" Husband....!!, did you say husband?" he asked him shockingly, the security laughed at him and said,

" you said you are her friend and you don't know that she had been married for six months?"

Steven held his breath for a while as this blow was more than bearable for him,

'six months, that means right after he was shot, but why would she?'

'was she forced to do that?'

' Is it just a coincidence?'

"May I know with whom she is married?"

he asked politely as he knew impulse would not work.

That guard stared at him,

"Why do you want to know? Are you her friend or....?"

"No... sir, it's nothing, I had been out of state for a year, so I was just curious" he replied.

"Oh... she was married to Mr. Wilson, the owner of Wilson industries"