My dad is a Musician

Chapter 7

"Leon!" I just knew when he called me that, that my life had changed.

I remember my life in bits and pieces. I don't remember who I was before. It's hard for me.

I just know being trapped in a small wooden cottage. It was hard. It was then that he and I decided to run away. He… who was he?

"It's gonna be ok.", I remember him saying and the next thing I remember was me being in an unknown place under the streetlamp. I don't know what to do. I have bruises. My body aches.

“Hey you,”I heard someone call me, but it was not the one who abused me. This voice was different, I looked up.

"What is a kid so young doing here this late?"He asked. He was old like the one who abused me and had black hair and black eyes, like the one who abused me but he was not buff. He was well-built. He had a different face and physique. He had some facial hair but not a lot. It feels like I have seen him somewhere.

"Handsome…", Ack! I was told not to speak.

"I was born handsome." And he heard it?! Oh my God! I am dead!

Wh-What is he going to do to me now?! Hit me?

"Anyways," he continued, "Go home. It's not safe here."

"I know," if he finds me, I am done for.

"I will leave you home. You should not sneak out at night. It's not safe. Get up now."

He is… bringing me back to him? Does he know him?

"Don't…", I don't wanna go. I have finally been free. I was trying to hold it down, but suddenly a sniff escaped my mouth. I put my hands on my mouth. I don't want him to hear.

"You are homeless?"

"Huh?" He misunderstood. "N–"

"Ok, come to my house." He continued, "Leave in the morning. If you are alone, you will be done for."

Wh… should I go? But if he finds me, I will be done for.

"What are you thinking? Come quick." He asserted. I think I will run away tomorrow.

I followed him. But when he reached home, he fainted. I tried to wake him up but he had that bad smell on him.

I could smell it every time that person hit me. I don't know what it is. But I should stay away. I… don't wanna get hit.

There was a sofa. I thought of sleeping on it but I was dirty. The house was clean. I didn't want to make it dirty. I took some newspapers and slept near the kitchen.

What woke me up was something very heavy on my leg. It hurt a lot. He is… finally hitting me? Is this…

I can't open my eyes. I will be done for if…

If…

I don't remember anything after that but, I do remember getting up and finding myself in an unfamiliar place. It was clean. I had something on my leg.

"Hello." The man in the white coat said, that was scary. "How are you?" He continued.

Who is he? Wearing such a weird fit. I went to the back of the bed, he… will do something to me.

"It's ok. We are not going to hurt you"  The man who brought me to his home said. He then continued, " You won't be with bandages all over your body otherwise. Doesn't that make sense?"

I looked over at my hands and legs. Yes, it was covered in white cloth, so this is a bandage huh?

Then what is this on my leg?