Rising From A Delivery Boy Novels & Stories

“Why?” He stepped inside. Didn’t touch her. Just stood by the bed. “I was twenty-five. Broke. Desperate. I’d just started at Harlow Enterprise—entry-level, nothing. But the boss—my boss—asked me to run an errand. Said it was ‘off-books.’ Said he’d pay triple. I didn’t ask questions. I needed the money.” She stared. “And the briefcase?” “Documents. Contracts. I didn’t read them. I just delivered them. To a warehouse in Queens. The man there—he looked scared. He took the case, handed me cash, and left. I didn’t see your father. I swear.”

_____ Episode 24 – Morning Delivery The 8:15 AM delivery was the only thing that got me out of bed on Mondays. It was a pathetic little ritual, born from a subscription to a local artisan bakery that promised “life-changing sourdough.” The bread was fine. The view was better. His name was Kelvin, according to the blurry photo on the delivery app. In person, he was definitely more. Six-foot-something of lean muscle packed into a company polo shirt that strained across his shoulders. Dark, tousled hair that looked like he’d just run his hands through it, and eyes the color of strong coffee. He had a smile that was equal parts friendly and knowing, a dimple punctuating his left cheek.

"Seems like that's the theme, doesn't it? Nobody comes back from a peaceful death." "No. They don't." Jossy looks down at his plate. "I work for a delivery company. Nothing special. Just trying to make ends meet. One day, my boss asked me to deliver a package to some rich guy's house. Said there'd be a big tip in it for me." He paused, his jaw tightening. "When I got there, the cops were waiting. Turned out the package was full of drugs. My boss set me up. I tried to run, but they shot me. Right in the chest. I bled out on the sidewalk."

he rolled back, trying to face upwards, almost unable to move for a couple minutes until. "Ding dong. Delivery for a Mr. Barrison" a light, tender voice said from just outside his room door. "Oh shit. Give me a minute" he said, trying to get himself back together. "Come on big guy, let's do this" he said, gradually getting off the floor, using the bed side to support himself. "Just. Just come… come in." He said, rising up from his bed, and now in sitting position. "Sir that's not really how it–"

Neither I nor anyone else can change it, but I can make sure that those people who think of me as their family don't get hurt because of me. I opened the door and entered a cafe. I could feel soreness in my eyes that filled with tears. Breathing slowly, I made my way and again the aroma of fresh coffee with delicious pastries touched my nostrils, making my tummy flutter. Suddenly, on my first day here looking for a job, it came in front of me. I closed my eyes. When I heard Sky's voice, I quickly opened my eyes; Sky is a delivery boy for this cafe and a true sweetheart to me.

“We know it is not enough but thank you and please do accept this little token of ours' ' the driver went down on his knees taking the money. The briefcase had millions in it, Brandon watched him drive away with a smile. Life was indeed a misery. Every car Kerlson had broken did not take him, some insulted him while others made it their job to make him the trash by throwing cans and other waste at him. He was offended but deep down he was more interested in going home and how he was treated. The driver saw the money and it felt like a dream. He and his son have been living from hand to mouth and now he had enough money to revive his business and his son did not only have a good life but has

“I see. But look at your cousin—very determined and committed to provide the needs of his family. I wish I could have that kind of partner.” “A delivery boy?” Yana asked, a gape of disgust formed a question from her lips. “What’s wrong being a delivery person? I mean he was not like his father. He is responsible.” “You did not have good future when you choose to have a partner like him.” Yana stated. “Yana,” I sounded serious this time, “we did not what kind of life a person has in the future and the kind of partner he might have. Just because he is delivery boy does not mean he could not have a successful future.”

“You don’t even know me.” ​“I know enough,” he said. “I’m the CEO of Phoenix Rising. We deal with the people the world likes to write off. The ones who aged out of the system, the single parents, the ones rebuilding from the dirt. I was one of them. I grew up in foster care, left with a trash bag and nothing else at seventeen.” ​I looked at him, and the image of him in my mind changed suddenly. His confidence wasn't inherited; it was forged. You can't buy that kind of look in someone's eyes. You have to survive it.

“Hey, where are you stumbling off to?” “Jack is taking us out for lunch, so I am off to get some shoes” I told him as I slowly carried on walking. I looked up the stairs and swallowed the lump in my throat. I needed to stop been a wimp and do this. I lifted my left leg and placed it on the first step. “See easy” I told myself as I lifted my right leg and put it on the next step “just keep going till you reach the top, slow and steady wins the race” I kept telling myself as I slowly made my way up the stairs. I finally made it to the top and looked down to see Jack. “I made it” I smiled down at him.

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."