Cherry On Top

A Lost Puppy

Brandon spent most of his time at Cherry On Top, but when he was off, and not too tired, he would go on long walks. When he could go on walks he could think, which was usually not a good idea.
But really he didn't care.
It felt better than mindlessly acting like he did at work.

Sometimes he would run into people, usually it ended with names being called but sometimes they would be nice, children were usually the nicest, even if it was uncomfortable to tell them they couldn't touch his ears.

As he was walking down the street, he was taken out of his thoughts by a loud crash and a series of loud curses coming from one of the houses a little down the way.
Now, Brandon didn't really think he was the kind of person to get into other business, having an illegal job will do that to you, but as he started past the house he heard something he just couldn't walk away from.

Someone was crying. And begging.
Desperate, and from the sound of their voice they were pretty young.

Brandon stopped walking ,turning and going up the steps to the house, pressing his big bunny ear against the door to hear what was happening.

"You can't do ANYTHING right!" The voice was clearly older then the other, most likely the others father or something.

Brandon took a deep breathe, pulling out his phone to call 911, someone who knows what to do here could fix this. He was just some guy, the police could get here and protect this kid.

A loud thud stopped Brandon, it sounded like this man hit the kid.
With how bad off he sounded, that kid would probably need a hospital visit if this continued
And from the looks of the neighborhood they couldn't afford it.

This was too much, he couldn't call the police it would take too long. But he couldn't just leave, then the kid might get hospitalized, or worse.

"Hay!" Brandon shouted, knocking on the door, at this point he was shaking, everything felt like it was going far faster than it really was.
The door swung open, without thinking Brandon kicked the person at the door.
He had pretty powerful legs, so the guy practically flew back, knocking into a wall.

Brandons heart raced as he went inside the house, quickly spotting the victim and grabbing him. He clenched his jaw as he picked the boy up, this was clearly a sign he needed to work out more.
After taking another look at the angry man, who was now knocked out, he left the house, running back up the street toward his own home.

Hopefully taking the kid home wouldn't be a big mistake.