A Vengeful Heart Sees No Love
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"Have you seen Peter?" Kelly asked. "I wanted to show him something."
"Isn't he in his room?" Annie asked back.
"No, I can't find him anywhere."
"Maybe he's doing some exploring of the neighborhood. You know he's only been here for a week. It's going to take him time getting used to everything."
"I guess so," Kelly frowned, disappointed that her new big brother wasn't around to play with.
"Don't worry sweetie," Annie placed a hand on Kelly's cheek. "Peter will be playing with you soon enough. I am certain some of this is just overwhelming for him. Give him time to get used to us."
"Okay," Kelly said as she left the kitchen, then briefly stopping near the door she added, "Maybe I'll make a card for Peter, you know to tell him everything's going to be okay."
"That's a good idea. I think he would like that."
Annie left the kitchen and made her way toward the upstairs and toward the bedrooms. It was now spring and it was her usual task to open the windows to allow some fresh air into the house. Her children were off from school, spring break as it was called. It would not be long before summer. As Annie opened the windows she heard voices coming from the back yard. One of the voices she recognized as a neighbor kid, the other was her newly fostered son. She was pleased to hear that Peter was making new friends. It would make the transition much easier. Annie turned from the window to resume putting away the laundry.
"I heard from my old man that Blaisdell was adopting a kid from the orphanage and that he was part chink. So I came over to see for myself. Is that you? We don't want some chink kid in our neighborhood."
"First of all, my name's Caine not Blaisdell. Paul Blaisdell's my foster father. And I'm part Chinese, not a chink."
"Caine. What kind of Chinese name is that? I bet your old man just abandoned you."
"My father didn't abandon me!" Peter yelled back. "He . . . he was . . ."
"Go ahead say it. I bet you can't."
"My father would never abandon me," Peter said quietly, hatred smoldered under the surface. "He . . . He was killed." Thoughts not voiced ran through his head, the very vow that he had made at his father's gravesite, rekindling the hatred for those who murdered his father.
"Hey, man. I didn't mean to upset you," the kid tried to back off, scared at what he saw in the eyes of Blaisdell's foster son.
"Yes, you did," Peter stated as a matter of fact. "You called me a chink. You came over here to see a Chinese kid because you don't want a Chinese kid living in your neighborhood. If you have nothing else better to do, then leave."
"You can't tell me what to do," the other boy rankled back. "You're nothing but some pity case that cop took in."
"You know nothing!" Peter shouted back. Then halted his argument. Why did Paul Blaisdell insist on fostering him? Just because he took an interest in the lecture Blaisdell had given didn't mean he had to take him in, and now this kid was hassling him. Conflicting feelings rose within Peter. Did Paul Blaisdell pity him? Why was he defending his foster father? "If you don't have anything better to do, go home."
Peter turned his back on the neighbor kid and started to walk toward the house when the kid grabbed his shoulder. Peter spun around and was quickly away from the kid's grasp. "Don't touch me."
"So, the chink doesn't like to be touched. What're you going to do? You going to do some karate moves on me like Bruce Lee?" The kid then came up to Peter and shoved him hard. "Take your best shot." The kid kept shoving Peter until Peter suddenly drove in, grabbed the kid by the shoulder with his head down, and kicking him in the groin. The kid doubled over and fell to the ground.
"Is that good enough for you?" Peter then turned his back and walked into the house.
"Peter? What was all that shouting I heard?" Annie called down to her foster son.
"It was nothing," Peter stated then went to his room.
Annie grew silent allowing her new foster son to have his privacy. She could hear the anger in his voice. Something was going on. If only Peter would allow her into his world. She knew it was going to take time. She would just have to be patient.
End of Part 1
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