~The Têachers Pēt~bõyxbõy

The Têachers Pēt~ The Man ~ 17

The sun was blazing, and the weather forecast had no news of it cooling down anytime soon. The afternoon sun had workers sweating and sweltering in the heat.

A man in dark clothes, with his face covered and carrying an old duffel bag, walked through the busy street, ignoring all the weird eyes.

The man made heavy steps, with his hand grasping a bag that seemed too heavy to carry due to the veins bursting out on the skin's surface.

He had unevenly clipped fingernails that looked black and grey. His face was rough with a few scars, and a hat covered his auburn-coloured hair.

His light brown eyes looked cold and desolate. Giving off a sense of distance and fear to those who looked into its depths. His face was furrowed, and his eyebrows showed a stern look. His aura gave off a tinge of vicissitudes, but the trembling feeling underneath was of a predator to a prey.

In the subtlety of the crowd, persons unconsciously gave way, and others refused to look, fearing that their eyes might attract evil.

The man walked steadily all the way, unimpeded, until he reached a bend at the corner.

The footsteps paused, and the look in his eyes changed from the vague indifference and sternness to a look of immense disgust.

At the corner was a car parked. In the car are two people. A man and a boy who looked borderline teenager and young adult.

The man was in the driver's seat, looking at the young man in the passenger's seat with a focused gaze and gently caressing his hair.

Their conversation looked heavy,  as he could notice the boy fidgeting, but he didn't move or dodge away from the man's touch, which meant he acquiesced.

At the corner, the man looked at the interaction between the two and clenched his fist.

He stood there looking when the young man got out of the car. The intimate moment they had, and even when the car drove away and left.

After the car drove off, the man cursed and kicked the can beside his feet. He spat out in disgust, the gloom of his body increasing. He marched into the apartment building, his feet thumping up the stairs highlighting his fury.

He could have never imagined that the bastard that bitch had, would have once again disobeyed him and got in contact with the locals. Even worse, that he was a fag. Thinking back to the man he saw in the car, it was clear enough that the man was older, so it is obvious that he would have the upper hand between the two.

He never imagined that in his family, he would have to encounter one of these things that carries diseases.

He knew he should have drowned that little bitch when he had the chance. But the whore kept crying and pleading that he shouldn't,  that it was still valuable and useful. Look at all the trouble it has caused over the years. Where is the value?! Where is it useful?! Since it couldn't understand the rules of this house, he would make it very clear.

And that man that felt it could take advantage and gain the upper hand when he was away on business, he would deal with him too.

The son of that whore felt he had saved those old people and those other nosey people when he had tried to escape those numerous times. 'I wonder the look he will have when he knows the truth?' An evil grin spread across his face and a look of cruel expectation twinkled in his eyes.