I was strolling in the park when I spotted him. A boy of brown hair, and gray eyes. He was over walking his dog with his mom watching him from close by. I wanted to say hi, but I was shy that he wouldn't feel the same. In fact, I could tell he would not feel the same. His mom, a brunette, with blue eyes, a bottle in her palm, in which I assumed was achohol. Sitting next to her was a large, red ice chest, opened, filled half way with ice and the rest with liquor, probably more buried beneath that thick coat of ice. I was just about to go introduce myself, when, his mom drunkenly yelled at him to get his ass over there. Knowing this was not the time to say hello, I spun on my heel and whistled for my dog, Max, and he came running, tail wagging. Max was a German shepherd mixed with a gray wolf. He had one gray eye, and one brown eye, his fur was black, brown and gray. He had a brown spot mixed with a little bit of gray around his left eye. He was a, how would you say it? Different dog. As I was walking away with Max, I heard footsteps behind us and Max spun around barking and wagging his furry tail. I also turned, seeing a boy, about three to four years younger than me, with bruises and scars all over his body, crying, and begging me to help him. Saying as to I was sixteen, he was about, twelve, to thirteen. "P-please help me mister!!" The boy wailed at me. "Mom, sh-she's beating me again!" Only then, did I notice his ripped shirt, and blood stains, and his bleeding nose, just forming bruises and whip marks.
I just stared at him in disbelief, until I heard the screech of his mother's voice cut through the air. I quickly grabbed his hand and dragged him to my car, calling the police, and bringing the boy home with me. I cleaned his wounds, gave him clothes, and when the police arrived they told me he had no other family members to stay with, so he would have to stay with me. He stayed with me for the next few years, and my feelings for him began getting stronger and stronger. I needed him, I needed him to be mine, and only mine. Seeing him dating other girls, and other guys, it just crushed me. I knew I would have to confess soon, before it was too late. Before he got engaged, had kids, or moved out. He was sitting on the couch watching TV when I told him, when I explained my feelings for him. I put myself out there, my heart, my feelings, my dignity. Only to be put down. Our love was forbidden. Forbidden by age.
