I carefully walk him into my house. He looks around, curious as ever. As if he had never been in a home before.
"Are you alright dog?"I ask as he continues to look around.
"Master doesn't let dog in the house."he says quietly.
I feel so sad when he refers to himself as dog.
"Come on. This way, kiddo."I say.
....
I lead him to the bathroom. I gather a few items of my brothers clothing for him and sit them on the counter for him.
"There you go. You can shower now kid."I say.
He looks down at the tub, glancing up at me with embarrassment a few times.
"What's wrong?"I ask.
He looks down.
"Dog doesn't know how."he says quietly.
"How does master bathe you?"I ask, stepping closer to him.
He looks down again at the tub.
"Hose."
I huff.
"I'll help you sweetie."I say, leaning down and turning on the water.
...
I scrub his back as he stares down into his bathwater.
"Are you alright?"I ask.
He doesn't answer and I huff.
As I'm scrubbing layer and layer of dirt, and blood off his back, I notice something beneath the grime.
"Dog. You have tattoos?"I say as I wipe his back clean, glancing the beautiful canvas of tattoos.
He huffs.
"Master says it makes me look more intimidating."he says.
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"Do you know masters real name?"I ask.
He doesn't respond.
"...does dog have a real name?"I ask.
He still doesn't respond.
I huff as I pour water over his hair. I watch as the blood from his hair begins to drip onto the water.
.....
I walk the freshly cleaned man into the living room again.
"This is the living room. You can watch TV on the couch here."I say, walking him towards the couch.
"Not on the couch. Never on the couch."he says.
"You can sit on the couch kiddo, it's alright."I say sitting on the couch.
He looks around and then slowly sits down on the couch.
"See. You're okay."I chuckle as I see him smile a bit.
Then he looks behind the couch. His smile dies down.
"Dog's bed?"he says.
I look over at my brother's dog's kennel.
"Oh, no no no. That's not your bed. You don't sleep in cages anymore."I say, standing up.
He stands up as well. We walk into my guest bedroom and he looks around.
"You'll sleep here."I smile patting the bed.
He brushes his hand over the bed and smiles a bit.
"I've never had a bed before."he says quietly.
He's such a gentle soul. I can only imagine the horrors he must've been through.
"You can lay down if you want, kiddo."I say.
He takes a seat on the bed and smiles again.
"I'll let you get comfortable. If you need....."I look down at his fists.
He had so much grime on them before I didn't notice the open sores on his knuckles.
"Oh you poor thing."I huff.
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Dog Fight
FanfictionAs a detective, I've seen some pretty weird shit. Nothing compares to this. We're on an operation, hoping to bust an underground trafficking ring, and we did, just not the type we were hoping for. In the midst of all the excitement caused by the fb...
