Poison Ink

Runaway

Ryder walked alone. Everyone looked at the beast like if he was gonna hurt them.

A woman's screams stop him and a man throws him back.

He ran away from the one and only man he trusted. He made his mistake.

"You dare touch her!" Ryder looked up at the man towering over him and saw his father. The one that tried to kill him and his mother. They drunk that he never wanted in his life. It was him.

"Get him!" The woman cried. He tripped him and made sure he stayed down before he spoke.

"Don't you ever touch me again old man!"

"Tonya that's my son!" He yelled at the woman that was attacked by him.

He looked at her for a split second and felt four fingers shove themselves under his collar. His father dragged him away from the still cowering woman.

"Let go you bastard!" Ryder yelled pulling and fighting to be let go.

All he could see was blue around the man but he didn't trust it.

Soon he was thrown into a bed that had the worst of smells. Alcohol, cigarettes, cologne. Ryder cringed and looked for something sharp. Finding a switch blade on the nightstand he was quick to move but was pinned down.

"Stop! I'm gonna throw up." A chunk of hair found its way in his father's hand as it pulled making his head go back.

"Why is that?"

"You smell like a crime scene you disgusting fucking bastard!" He stood against the wall his father holding his chin. He threw off his jacket and grabbed his son's arm.

"Let's go."

"I'm not your fighter! I wasn't put on this earth for that purpose." He was thrown to a heavy made man that made sure he wouldn't leave with a leash.

"You asshole!" He ran to his father that was soon gone but he was yanked back by the chains holding him. He laid on the floor in plain and whining to the man's unpleasured ears.

"Stop!"

"Let me go before I throw up on this floor."

Two nice dress shoes stood in front of him as he looked up the man wearing them didn't deserve to. He spit on the toe and smiled as he stood.

"Kill him!"

His smile vanished as his mouth was covered and a blade stuck to his neck about to find a nice slice on his fleshy neck.

Something clicked in him as he soon had the blade in hand and the man on the floor. He threw it right next to his face so close to touching him.

"Let me go home!"

"You don't have one." At that he growled but was dragged by the one who caused it.