PART SIX: HOPE

JAY'S P.O.V

(P.S. will add gifs later)

Robb fist fell, but it stayed balled. I knew he was thinking about the siren call. He jerks his head once. Like ants, his crew loads their rides. "Luck." He says to the other crew. "Next time, no one will save you." Robb climbs a back latter of an RV, hits it twice. The tires roll, crumbling away silently, in the dead of night.

"Hurry." I tell the new gang, as I jog to my Jeep. A few seconds go by, before I hear their following feet. I slam my door, still hearing the siren, as the boys and one girl, open multiple doors.

Through the rearview mirror, I observe the eight I just saved, as I drive away.  They didn't seem thankful at all, just a little irritated. I see in their eyes that this life would kill them young. The girl catches my gaze. I have no clue what look was on my face: disgust...pity...or hate? "You can drop us at that corner," she says with an attitude.

A dark haired one, gaze targets me in the mirror. "You sure about that, this isn't a safe neighborhood. Look, I try to help kids like you do some good."

"You say that like its something wrong with us?" His first words were strong.

"I hate to break it to you but it is something wrong, and it needs to change."

"There's nothing you can do about it...our world has already been paved." He argues.

"There's more good in the world than evil, there are also some decent people..."

"If you say so," the boy says as if he knew, "anyway do what she told you to do."

"Can I get a thank you...or a please? At least be generous towards me."

"Who da fuck you think you is?" one of the boys troll.

My patience fades, and I pull over to a curb, quick, so I can get rid of them. Onto a corner, they file out like chickens. Ungrateful, sons of bitches, who didn't want to help themselves. Just ridiculous. These kids knew they could have a better life but don't care to try.

The car doors open, then close, as soon as they do, I speed off...telling myself: they're all lost.