Nomadic Lovers (BxB furry)

Chapter 1

Narrator Monolog

"LIGHTS, CAMERAS, AND ACTION"

That is the saying that you could use to describe the life of Max, the 3rd child born to Mr. Anderson, a late child, one who always had siblings but has moved away and escaped the house.

The quote above is what you think happens behind the scenes. If you were to ever look into a day of life in this house as a spectator, the classic nerdy boy abused by a wicked drunk man, a set up used in many stories, but this IS the life of Max Anderson, a recently collage accepted boy and we are about to look into the immediate after math and the 3 months following it, I will see you all later as we watch this story unfold.

Max's POV

My nose has been busted, I can feel my tear ducts being broke, and tears fill my eyes and run down my face soon to mix with my blood. My dad doesn't chase me to do any following punches anymore. After a 50 or something, a year old man falls the wrong way just once it changes his whole movement and capability.

I retreat quickly, for im unable to stand up to him. He may be unmobile most times, but he still has heavy strength.

I'm a legal adult, 19 years of age, I don't have to live like this, neither do I want to, I'm going to fix this, but first, I must figure out what I have available to me.

I open up a small hole in my room, there, and many like it due to the state of my house, sometimes I feel like I'm the comical bottom line, or I'm the % of people who live below the poverty line.

This one hole is special, it holds all my valuables, it held the money I used to pay for most of my college, help from a pale grant, and academic scholarship made me able to acutally afford a tuition, I have 7,000$ left after working for all this time, working for family and close friends since I realized the shitty hand I was given.

I'm a free man, I am not a slave, I am not a fuck up, I have no ties here so why must I stay, I'll join Noah on his little trip, I don't see why I can't leave and heal for the summer and start my life.

I grab tissue from the bathroom and cover the nose bleed, and I grab my phone with my free hand with fear, I don't know why I'm afraid, I feel like I'm committing a felony but continue.

I sent him a very short message asking him to come to my house and how we should go on that trip he told me about.

I look around my room. It's very nicely decorated for what I was working with all these years, my satchel bag I bought wanting to be like a cool cowboy when I was a kid is what I've been working with for a few years but I pack a backpack with some "On the road" gear Noah have to me.

I've always liked him, like really like him, but I don't think he likes me, he likes people who engage in fitness, I don't fit that terminology at all, I'm as twiggy as they come.

Even with all that, my heart skips a beat when my phone dings, and I get my a message from him, "K" is all it says. He's a very dry texter, that's for everyone, I've compared text with everyone I can, I know that's a bit weird, but I had to know.

I write a note, a note saying goodbye to my father, luckly we have no pets that I would have abandoned when I left, my tears get heavier as I write the note, I don't want to do this but I must, I want a dad I could spend the summer with, a dad to do stuff with, a dad who wasn't violent.

The note is tear stained, still readable, but anyone who reads will hopefully know where my heart was, I leave it in the fridge, next to the beer, the only place my dad would look, it's almost like a sitcom.

I sneak out the back and through the broken fence as I sit on the curb waiting for my ride, I ran away once, the police brought 11 year old me back, and I was beat by my dad hard, but this time I legally can't be stopped, this can't be stopped by the law.

And I finally see my safe haven coming down the road, I hear the divorced dad rock playing as he pulls up.

(Chapter 2 will be much longer, this is like a pilot)