His little protector (Mxbxb)

Andy (2)

Andy's pov

"Bartender!!" Some old man shouted from across the bar. I rolled my eyes before turning around with a large smile. I couldn't keep staring anyway.

"Yes sir?" I spoke politely.

"Crafts cold beer." He ordered.

"We don't serve that here."

"You don't have beer?" He scoffed.

"Uh we do...We only have one kind." I tapped the menu.
He scoffed again.

"This is a higher class establishment." I told him with a firmer tone.

His eyes went wide as if I just cursed him out.
"I'd like to speak to a manager about your attitude." My lips pursed into a straight line.

"Absolutely - hi sir, I'm the manager."

I rolled my eyes mentally as I plastered on my fake smile.

"Uhm er! The owner then!"

"That would also be me, now you can either order something, or go somewhere else to drink your cheap beer." I was pulled away as I caught glance of the small boy was bursting through the doors.

The man followed after him, I watched as he made it almost to the road, before the larger much older man stepped on his tail. He began beating the little one. Making me drop the black towel that was around my shoulder and instantly bolt outside to rescue the poor thing.

I instantly began throwing punches, till the guy was knocked out. I was able to get the little one into my office.

I began cleaning up his wounds as best as I could.
He stayed incredibly still the whole time, staring at his feet. Other than commenting on my bloody knuckles which hurt like a bitch, but the small thing was in much more pain.

"Who was that guy?" I asked.

"My master." He mumbled, he avoided eye contact, which I was slightly disappointed in, since he had these beautiful eyes, they were blue but if the light hit them, they were almost purple.

"Your what?" His voice was beautiful and light, it made my heart flutter. He sighed slightly, almost if he wanted nothing to do with me.

"My owner?" My mouth formed an 'o' as I continued cleaning his wounds. He yawned softly, trying to hide it.

"I don't think you're safe with him..."
He scoffed.

"Think?" His eyes went wide as if he was shocked at what he just said. I laughed slightly.

"I'm sorry." He whispered keeping his head down and eyes on the ground.

"We need to find you a new home." I whispered softly. His eyes glanced to mine, the almost trapped me with how beautiful they were.

I couldn't help but stare.

"S-sir?" His gaze darted back down as he mumbled.

"Sorry - uhm what did you say?" I felt my cheeks heating up with embarrassment I totally zoned out watching his beautiful eyes.

"Please don't take me back there." He mumbled and shook his head.

"O-oh okay. Uhm I can't keep you here obviously, but I can call some people and try and get you a home." He gave me a half smile.

"You'll get a lot, I'm worth a lot." He kept his head down still, avoiding my gaze.

"Well I don't need the money..." I spoke softly. I wouldn't be asking for money. I just wanted to make sure he was safe.

He hummed before yawning faintly, "I'm gonna get my stuff together then, I'm gonna take you home. So you can rest."
My phone began to ring, I glanced at it quickly.
It was Ethan. I couldn't be bothered at the moment. I rolled my eyes slightly.

The small boy glanced at my vibrating phone, before glancing back at the ground.

I grabbed my change of clothes before leading him to my car.

When we got to my house, his eyes went wide as he scanned my house, before his gaze snapped to the ground.

"I have a spare bedroom for the night. It's late I'll call some friends in the morning."
I guided him to the spare room.

"I-I don't need something as nice as this...I can sleep on the floor?" He whispered. It was barely audible.

"Uhm - no you can sleep on the bed..." I gave him a gentle smile. He was hesitant, I could tell, so I took matters into my own hands. I quickly got him a shirt and sweats of mine.
"Put these on, sweetheart."

"I-I'm okay."

I paused, before taking a deep breath.
"What's your name, beautiful?" I spoke softly even though I was getting slightly irritated.

"Rayn, sir."

I stepped closer to his small build. He must've been only five foot or so.
My height was closer to six-foot.

"That's beautiful Rayn, my names Andy...now listen to me, when I tell you to do something, you're perfectly capable of doing. Please do it." His cheeks went red as he squeaked.
He nodded and took the clothes for me quietly.

His gaze caught mine with his blue eyes, they shown a slightly purple tinge as the light reflected off them.
"Ehm..." he coughed, waiting for me to leave or turn around.

"Shit, yeah. Uhm my room is down the hall if you need me, I'm gonna shower and head to bed. Bathroom is on the right." I gave him a quick smile before leaving him completely alone in the room.

I walked outside, grabbing my box of cigarettes out and smoked one, watching the smoke out flow into the wind.

I finished my cigarette, as my phone buzzes again.

"Don't be a dick - I can blow you really hard if you let me, I know you're off work." Ethan continued spamming my phone.

I was just thankful he was the only one.

I quickly made my way into the shower, pushing those thoughts out of my head.
He was always so needy. They all were.

The warm water eased my frustration. My back hurt from standing all day, my knuckles were pained and bruised.

I watched the dry blood disappear.
I needed a goddamn drink.
My body was almost completely covered in ink, and I loved it all. Watching my body in the mirror, the way my dark biceps flexed and the ink stretched.

I had a tight jaw line, my sleek black lip ring really brought everything together. I fluffed my black hair with the towel as my sweats hung low around my waist.

Loud screaming completely pulled my attention to the only other person in my house.

I dropped the towel in a panic.
I rushed into the small boys room, where he laid on top of the covers thrashing with tears running down his face.

"Hey hey hey." I muttered. Gently resting my hand on his back, he jolted awake, gasping for air.

"Shit - breathe." I stroked his fluffy ears.

He shook his head roughly.
"I-I need it - I need to fix it!" I furrowed my eyebrows.
He began scratching roughly at his forearms. I gripped his wrist. As he shook his head.

"D-don't touch me! I'm gross and-and disgusting!" He stuttered out as tears continued streaming down his face.

In that moment my heart completely shattered...