Love Never Dies (Furry BoyxBoy)

Chapter 23

**Sensitive chapter. Read with caution. Speech at the end from the author.

Chapter 23: Scars, Souvenirs, and a Heartbreaking Loss

-Max-
HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO STUPID?!?! Now, I lost the one I truly loved. Well, at least I think I did. All I know, I wasn't there when he needed me. Now, he's in the hospital and it's all my fault.

So here's what happened. It was a normal, autumn day. It wasn't too hot, not too cold, not too cloudy, not too sunny. There's was a gentle breeze that just ruffles through my fur. I loved it.

I was walking along the sidewalk, paws in my light jacket pockets. I get a call from Andrew.

"Hey, babe."

"Hello, Max. Out of all the fags to be his boyfriend, it just so happens to be you."

I went from happy to furious. "Who the fuck are you? What the hell are you doing to Andrew?"

"Say goodbye to your boyfriend. I'll let him live on one condition though."

"What would be that condition?"

"You come by yourself to his house. You and I have a settlement we need to adjust."

I could hear Andrew screaming for help from the background, followed by a slap. "You bastard. Don't hurt him. I'll come."

"See you then, Max."

The call ends and I sprint to his house. I text Simba. If I don't call in a few hours, call the cops.

Hold on. What the hell is going on?

I wish I knew. I'll let you know when I find out.

I didn't have the time to look at Simba's reply. I was in a rush to Andrew's house. Before I reached his house, I saw a car in his driveway. Wait, that was Lucas's car. What the hell? I thought that bastard was taken care of.

I called the cops and told them the address. I have to make this quick.

I stormed into his house. "LUCAS! SHOW YOURSELF!"

He emerged from the kitchen. "Now, is that the way the treat the fur who decided wether or not your boyfriend lives?"

Marcus and Dawson, friends of Lucas, who I knew very well, grabbed each of my arms and held me in place. Lucas then punched me across the face.

"Heh, is that anyway to fight a man, you pussy? Held back and defenseless?"

"Max, don't anger him." I look over and see Andrew, cut and bruised, tied up to a chair.

I felt my heart sink. I never wanted to see him like this.

"You know, your boyfriend is pretty smart. Maybe you should listen to him."

He went to punch me again, and I did what I regretted doing. I kicked him on his chest, causing him to stumble backwards.

"Oh you are gonna regret that." Just when I thought he was coming to me, he went over to Andrew, untied him from the chair, threw him and started beating him up more.

"You fucking bastard," I say, trying to get free from the grip they had on me. "I'll fucking get you for this."

I hit a stroke of luck. The cops showed up and they released their grip, scattering to escape. I lunged right at Lucas, getting him off of Andrew. I started punching Lucas. Apparently, I lost time. I was hellbent on beating the shit out of Lucas, that I didn't notice the cops walk in. They had to pin me to the ground.