Just My Luck (boyxboy)

Ch8. Sam

Sam's POV

Still pissed at what I saw, I turned off the main road into my alley, looking at the ground. I kicked a can across the way in anger and stopped noticing that the can looked kinda familiar. I looked up and my heart just shattered.

Between two smaller buildings where I made my little home was nothing but a disaster. The tarp was ripped to pieces, the tent had long slash marks everywhere, and the blankets were torn and destroyed. All my food was splattered across everything leaving a foul smell. Everything was just... destroyed and molding.

I sank against the wall across from it and stared without a word. I would have been mad if someone took it all, I would have been pissed if someone was trying to live in there but shit at least someone was using it.

Now it's all wasted and for what? Why would someone do that? Who the hell would do something so... so heartless!

I suddenly got up and looked around trying to find my bag where I had some extra clothes and a little money saved up and it was completely gone. The pillow I saved and starved to get was ripped open, the cotton was all over, wasted.

"Fucken asshole!" I yelled as the anger washed over me and kicked the pile of trash that was next to me with tears running down my face.

I mean that was my home, my stuff that I suffered for, shit I worked so hard to get. Yeah it was crappy stuff, yeah it was dirty and worn but it was mine. Now I have nothing. Again!

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It's been a week since I've been back on the streets. I hadn't slept much since I had to sleep in the park and under the bum bridge where a lot of the homeless people gather in a big group. Not the best area to be.

I was able to trade my big warm coat for a lighter jacket and some food and my new boots for a used pair and a backpack since I needed another one now.

After stealing a few wallets and watches I was able to get a new tarp from a greedy old man and started working to get my home fixed up again.

I had to throw most of the old stuff out, which was heartbreaking to do but there was nothing I could do about it. It was long gone.

I now walked down the streets looking for some food to take. Sadly it's been raining since last night so people are keeping their food inside. The two cans I had back at home were really starting to sound good but I needed to save those for winter. Now that someone destroyed my stash, I needed to start all over again and starve myself now so I can eat later.

I started getting the feeling someone was watching me again. I've been getting that feeling all week but I haven't seen anyone around. It's why I haven't been sleeping much lately either, scared I'll get kidnapped or attacked in my sleep, and when I do sleep I get nightmares that seemed to only be getting worse. I'm so hungry and cold and tired as hell.

It's days like this that make me not want to do this shit anymore but what can I do? No one will hire someone that has nothing, no experience, no phone, dirty clothes, no real address and I'm sure I smell bad. Not to mention, I have no ID or anything to prove I was who I said I was. I was a no-one with only a first name to call myself.

I wrapped the thin jacket I traded for around myself a little more. I'm soaked to the bone. My hair is dripping wet, and I'm sure my lips were slightly discolored as my fingers were but I can't take a day off of looking for more food or money to get food but I was shaking badly. I needed to call it a day because it was going to be dark soon and the colder air would be coming with it. I needed to get dry again and warm up before I got sick.

As soon as I turned the corner into the alley close to home I ran right into someone, almost knocking myself over. "Oh, sorry. Excuse me," I said as I walked passed without even looking up. I just wanted to avoid a fight. Too cold and exhausted for a fight now.