young Milo: "hey cidy... have you seen my shoes?"
young Abciddy (cidy): "Oh yeah, here!"
young Milo: "Thanks!"
Milo's brother hands him the shoes. The small brown cat walked toward the crimson red door and twisted the handle where he would then throw out the rubbish.
Milo hears someone whisper his name faintly, then turns around to meet face with a dark and shady figure. He stood there frozen from the pure fear coursing through his veins, with no time to think, he ran.
Tears streaming down his small and fluffy face, he squeezed through a crack in the gate - he forgot to leave open. Panting rapidly he was grabbed by the foot, the figure wont let him go easy.
Squirming and clawing at his foot, he screamed and cried, "LET ME GO! PLEASE JUST LET ME GO!!"
His brother upstairs was listening to his old cassette tapes, unable to hear his younger brother's desperate cry.
"Please! PLEASE!!" Milo cried. Now breaking down into tears, stuck in the gate with scrapes and cuts on his left foot.
"I didn't get to see mom.. I need to tell her.... please.. just tell her I love her." He said through his tears.
Their mom was at work, and dad? who knows where..
Milo sung faintly a song he and his brother had once sung, "Mommy is my best friend... My very.... best.. friend....."
he broke down entirely, giving up the struggle to stay alive.
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General FictionI wanna go home... I don't like it here.. please sir..... take me home Story by Maxwell and his partner Bo <3 find us here! Toyhou.se art by Mochii Mawzz
