Walking in the door, I saw that Kinston had left a note on the table.
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Dear Andy,
Could you please check the mail for your brother? I'm at the store getting dinner.
Love,
Kinston
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I put the note down, and walked outside again to the mailbox to get the mail. There where four letters, three being bills, but one being a letter sent from the State Prison.
The prison my biological father was being held in.
I ran inside the house and immediately called Kingston, but no answer. I finally decided to open the letter myself. I opened it with one of my claws, and braced myself for whatever was inside.
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Dear Andrea,
I might be out of prison soon, and I want to see our son. I told you that I didn't rape that girl, and I left you because I knew that they would pin the blame on me. Carl Patrick raped her, they had no evidence against me, but OVERWHELMING evidence against him, and he just now confessed. I want to try and work something out, and help you out with everything. I know your struggling with money and bills, and you cannot support yourself along with Andrew and Kingston! I will be getting out in a month, I'm changed Andrea, and I want to work things out.
Sincerely,
Drew Wisborn
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I almost threw up after reading that. Not with disgust, but from nervousness. My eyes started tearing up, and at that exact moment, Kingston walked in threw the door.
"I GOT NUMS! Anything in the mail Andy?" Kingston yelled, taking his shoes off and setting the groceries on the small counter. "Somthin' wrong bud?" He asked.
I scooted the letter over to him, and for a few seconds, all I heard was mumbuling of Kingston reading. But the silence was broken once Kingston pulled me into a hug, and we stayed that way for a a while. Me, softly crying into his chest, and him allowing me to.
"Andy, give him a chance. He's your father! And be thankful you still have one, savor it!". He encouragely whispered to me. "And Marcus told me about the movie night thing,. We have nothing going on, so... You can go if ya want to." He said.
About an hour later, I decided to call Marcus about it.
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- *ring* *ring*
-M: He-llo?
-A: hey Marcus! I have good, and bad news.
-M: Mom is just now cooking dinner, so I have ALOT of time to myself, and that could be a good, or bad thing.
-A: What do you do during your free time?
-M: oh, you don't want to know. Wink wink.
-A: well, I got a letter from my dad-
-M: Your real father? Isn't he in prison or something? For rape?
-A: turns out that they framed the wrong person, they got the other suspect to confess.
-M: So your gonna meet em?
-A: yep, and I can also go to the movie night thing at your house next Friday.
-M: Kings' told me, *Crash* *distant mumbles*
-A: something wrong?
-M: gotta hang up, mom dropped a few things in kitchen, have to help her pick them up.
-A: Ok, bye
-M: Beh.
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"DINNERS READY BUD!" Kingston yelled from the kitchen.
I strut into the kitchen to find that Kingston had made chicken And dumplings, his specialty, witch he only makes when he has a few extra dollars to spend on himself. My mother was out doing work stuff, so it was only me a Kingston eating together, like most nights.
"Hey Kingston?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah bud?"
"Is thy new guy that Mom is dating abusive?"
"Well, why do you think that?"
"She's come home with bruises everytime she has come back from him house." I said, mouthful being full of noodles. I swallowed," Do you think he'll hurt us?"
"Buddy, he'll have to kill me before he lays a finger on you. I actually know that this guy is stechy, not like Ronald, Son of a bitch..." He said confidently, mumbuling the last part, making me shudder at the thought of Ronald. " I am the man of this house, and he better fuck off if I tell him to." He added on just for a chuckle.
The night went the same for a while, me and Kingston watching TV, me curled up at his side, not saying anything, then bed at around 10:30, normal nights at our house.
But just before I dozed off, I asked Kingston a quiet question...
"Do you still remember your dad? His personality, anything..."
"He... He was a great man. He would always stay up with me at night when I was a pup." He said, slurring his words due to the drowsiness.
And after that, I slowly fell asleep, dreaming of stress, and school.
Kingston's Pov:
I slowly got out of bed, slipping a pillow under Andy's head, as a substitute for my chest. I have grown a custom to do that some nights, so I can maybe watch some Tv, anything to clear my head. I was going to text Denton, but then I remembered one of his friends had recently moved away. I think his last name was Perry...? Yeah, that was him. We called him Perry the platypus all the time, Despite him being a fox.
Then I got a text from a random number...
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·Hello? This may be a weird text, but I'm new at your school, and I got a letter from the local high school, that you attend, and I will soon be attending, that gave me the names and phone numbers of you, Charlote Evermin, Jason Coddwell, and Denton Clawstine. The letter addressed me about all of your high grades, and generosity to any and all students that cross your path.
My name is Tucker Sullivan, I am going to be in your grade on Monday, and I have almost the same exact classes as you, The- our, principle has asked me to ask You, Kingston Macer, shows me around the school, and possibly start a friendship.
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Wow. Just wow. I've never had his happen to me. Im gonna be his friend! And in gonna help him around the school! But why didn't the school notify me first?
And well, it's midnight, so I decide to go back to bed.
As I walk in the bedroom, I see the andy has turned over again, so I just have to shimmy into our bed, quickly but softly.
Five minutes later, I'm in the bed and Andys cuddled up beside me.
Schools going to be great, a new kid, sounds cool. I can teach him my ways, I can do that, put in a dash of Denton's tough guy protective attitude in there, bound to make some sort of lasagna... Or some shit.
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Hello,
This is... Going to be a normal thing in this book now. A letter at the end of each chapter. Holding On and Royalty are in the same universe, and yes, it is the same Tucker. Tucker is going to be a buff-ish grey wolf, but you can't see it because he always wears a heavy/fluffy jacket. And he also had long brown hair with a few colored strands here and there. He is in the same grade as Denton and Kingston, and is as tall and big as both of them.
Sincerely,
Ashen124
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