Mistake or flaw in self?

The guy put aside all his belongings and the next second he was shaking the little boy harshly. The little kid was being screamed at that he was a thief and would never be happy again. The man was so furious that as soon as he finished swearing, he pushed him away. Alas, while the kid was pushed, a car came in contact at that very second with that very part of the road and the little boy was chucked away.  The guy immediately ran for the kid, hoping he was not hurt much. He crouched and held the wet child in his arms. He could feel the child’s forehead burning too. The kid was hurt, and indeed, he was on the urge of fainting; he was fragile and his head bled. The blood mixed with the water in his hair and thus the kid looked drenched in red while the headlights of the car highlighted his face. Releasing his phone, which strangely, had the torch on, from the right hand of the unlucky kid, he saw his other hand. And what he found in the other hand made him understand all the events that took place in the last fifteen minutes. Everything made sense to him now; he gasped. The left hand of the child carried two umbrellas. The man bent towards the face of the child and softly began,
“Umbrellas? “
“You were sneezing-...” and the child fainted before he could complete his sentence.
The man got it. He felt so guilty that he could not stop a few tears shedding from his eyes. He bit his lower lip and gave out a soundless cry. His friends reached hurriedly from the car to take the kid to hospital. Two guys picked up the child carefully and slid him into the car. The guilty creature, still bent on his knees, under the pouring sky, contributed in shedding some water. He cried. One of his friends came and put a dry hand on his drenched shoulder.
“What happened?” His friend asked hurriedly.
“The most bitter mistake.” He replied as he sniffed back another tear.  

The Eerie Companionship

He immediately stepped back from that kid and rapidly spoke,
“What do you want? “
The boy softened his eyes and replied in a clear, yet earnest voice, “Companionship”. The terrified youngster squinted at the kid. He found the child strange. Also, he had always been told to stay away from strangers. But this was just a little child. How could he harm him in any possible way? And at the moment, companionship was something which he needed too. So both the boys sat together on a pile of bricks. The weather had turned to show pity. The blasts of air now turned to be soft breezes. The thumping rain turned into drizzle. Still waiting for his friends to pick him up, he spoke,
“Why are you here? You’ll catch cold”, he finished his sentence with a loud sneeze.
The kid did not reply. Perhaps he was shy. Silence followed for a minute unless rain started to pour again. The agitated youngster looked towards the child to ask him to go home as he would fall ill in such weather but he found no one sitting beside him. Within a second he was on his feet; his heart thumping louder than the last time. He could feel his body burning; he wanted to throw up. Immediately he looked for his phone and wished that the signal had reached but he could not find his phone. He probably had never felt so terrified. He was trembling uncontrollably. He made out that the boy must have stolen his phone to make his night a nightmare.
“My phone was exactly what that lad had come for!” He muttered.

Finally, he decided to go back and wake his landlord up as he felt tragically unsafe. He cursed that kid as he picked his bags up, and at the same time, he hated his friends for being so late. Just when he was about to take his road to home, he saw that kid and his little right hand, which carried his large sized phone with the torch on and the other one which contained some stuff. 

The wet, Solitary night

It was one o'clock in the night of a chilly December. The rain was pouring down mercilessly. He was standing at the corner a pavement with his bags and patience. Streets were all empty and dark. The noise of the barking dogs and the sound of falling raindrops were the only things that filled the silence.  He had been waiting for his friends for twenty minutes as they had to leave for New York by the flight which was to fly off two hours later.  Checking his phone once again, he cursed the signal for not being there.  He was a nerdy boy since childhood and standing alone in such an ambience was a big deal for him. Neither was he able to call anyone, nor could he walk back to his house as his landlord must have locked it and slept. He simply stood and felt the cold along with billions of raindrops that were hitting him furiously. No umbrella was being carried by him, just a worn out raincoat. After a few minutes, the dogs stopped barking. Now there was just the music of raindrops splashing here and there. Idle, he saw the patterns the raindrops were making on the boring pavement; he witnessed how fascinating the scene looked when fog and rain danced together. It didn't take much time for him to realize that he’ll be under the weather soon. With aching legs, freezing face and a pounding heart, he slowly folded his arms around his shoulders, as to seek some warm sensation. While he was massaging his arms, something tapped him on his waist. He immediately turned around. He wanted to scream but he was too frightened to make any sound. At that point of time, he suddenly couldn't feel any cold any more; he was petrified.  There was a little boy, all wet and dirty, in a worn out sweater and shorts, staring at him.