Orphan Story

Orphan Story Bill was out of work and was willing to take any job. He had not eaten a decent meal in 3 months and his bills were way beyond saving. This is what brought him to the St. Steven Orphanage. The ad read: "Orphanage in need of special caretaker. Competitive pay, good hours, and many fringe benefits. Some special skills required." Upon reading the ad, Bill had never once thought about working with children much less at an orphanage.

He himself dropped out of high school to take care of his pregnant girlfriend. Bill later learned that this wasn't his best move, as it turned out the child wasn't his and his dearly beloved would soon elope with a 40-year-old lawyer. Turn the clock 12 years forward, and Bill, hapless and poor, has continued to find odd jobs here and there as he nursed his alcoholic tendencies he inherited from both parents.

Bill had done many things to survive before and knew that most of the work was OTJ learning and that he could adapt and handle anything that came his way. Bill was desperate and needed work, and was willing to do anything, or maybe just about anything. Mr. Ian was the Director of the St. Stevens orphanage that housed nearly 100 young orphaned boys from the ages of 6 to 12. The children, once they turned twelve they were handed over to another intuition much like their transfer to St. Stevens. Mr.

Ian's brother Mr. Todd also worked at the orphanage as his assistant. Mr. Ian is whom Bill was here to visit today, as he was conducting interviews for the caretaker position. When Bill arrived at the front door of the orphanage, he suddenly realized that he had never been to this part of town, before. In fact, on his way over, he didn't recognize hardly anything. Then suddenly, he remembered an old story his father told one night after he had come home drunk.

Bill's father warned him not to go to that part of town because it was "full of blood drinkers." The thought then penetrated deeper into his mind and just as suddenly a pang of hunger pains came rushing through his stomach and echoed throughout his tired body. The hunger that Bill felt soon made him forget the drunken spouting of an old abusive fool that was long dead and forgotten. The front doors of the St.

Steven's Orphanage were dull and bleakly colored gray, much like the rest of the building. The building was only one level but at the far north end, a different part of the building was identified by its strange bricks and the electronic razor wires that were not connected to the other part of the building. The razor wire instantly reminded Bill of the torture scenes he had seen on the latest war movie.

He thought it was strange that such young children would need this protection, but as he began to question it to himself, Mr. Todd burst through the front door and said in a polite and deep voice: As Bill entered the office he was greeted by Mr. Ian, a tall older man of 50 years old. His head was bald on top, but kept a pony tail down to the center of his back.

He wore loop earrings in both ears and dressed in a priestly like garb with many adornments and sparkles. Bill thought that such an outfit was odd for a caretaker for the orphanage and began to feel that he was in the wrong place. A dark feeling came over him as Mr. Ian offered Bill a drink as he slammed the door behind where Ian was standing. "Uh, no thanks Mr. Ian. Y'know, I don't think this place is really for me.

I really don't feel comfortable here." "Don't worry Bill. Have a drink, here." Mr. Ian poured him a drink of clear liquor. It was gin, his favorite. Bill, acting on impulse, immediately gulped down the drink and became relaxed. The familiar drunken buzz gave Bill a bit more confidence and made him feel slightly more at ease. The things he saw before soon became blurry after a refill. "So, Mr. Ian, what kind of job is this special caretaker, what do I have to do?" "A Wing." Mr.

Ian said as he pointed in the direction of the razor wire. "A wing?" "Yes, you will be responsible for the 5 children who occupy A Wing. It is a special needs portion of the orphanage that is reserved for some extraordinary children who need special care." Mr. Ian grinned after he said these words and awaited Bill's response. Bill looked at the clear bottle of gin, and without saying a word Mr. Ian grabbed the bottle and poured another drink, first for Bill and then for himself.

"What is the pay and what are the French benefits that are mentioned in the ad?" Bill was becoming sloppy and realized it. His hunger pains returned and he immediately felt like eating. "Well, the pay is $35 an hour and you are afforded room and board at the orphanage." Mr. Ian smiled once again as he made the offer, knowing well that this more money than this man has ever been offered to him. It was only a matter of time. "Wow, that's a lot of money.

What do I have to do to earn this money?" "Simple. Just look after the special children in A Wing. You will perform special duties for them and provide for them an outlet to help with their problems. You see Bill, the children in A Wing are gifted. They are smarter than all the rest of the children and they need an adult to play with them and keep them company. We believe that these special children are more comfortable with older people and more experience.." Bill interrupted Mr.

Ian and yelled " What do you mean, keep them company? I am not a degenerate child abuser….this sounds disgusting!" "No, no, no Bill. Please. Keep your mind out of the gutter. These children are special and they need.