I Saved The Bad Boy

CHPT. 4 [Milo is his name]

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That same night when I brought the kitten to meet my family they were all in awe as the orange furball began to play with my mom's yarn. It's then that my parents actually let me keep him and this even included a small argument with my parents because apparently my dad called my mom a witch.

Scrolling through Instagram I continued to like every food porn I watched "Sis I need your help with this math problem" I let out a groan and throw my phone to the other side of my bed, sitting up I  gave my brother a glare "sure" he gave me the sheet and I started to read it "are you kidding me?!" I looked up at him only to have him look at me with a confused look "How in the world did Cheeko end up buying 106 watermelons and sharing to only four friends, each with three-fourths of a cut?" Ash just shrugs his shoulders "I don't know, that's why I asked you" he added back "Who shares three-fourths of a watermelon?!" I questioned Ash as he had a more confused look.

Shaking my head I started to help him out on the problem.

When finishing explaining it to him for the millionth time about why Cheeko is a butt and how he wanted to keep all the watermelons to himself, he finally understood it. I think.

I got up from my bed and headed downstairs towards the kitchen only to see my mom holding the kitten in her hands as if she was carrying a baby.

"What are you doing" she looked at me and smiled "nothing just looking after Milo" oh yeah I forgot we all decided to name the new kitten Milo, "but he's a kitten I think he can look after himself"

She turned back around from her recipe book and gave me a glare, I slowly backed away from the kitchen and made my way towards the living room only to see my dad yell some curse words towards the football players on tv.

Geez, I feel like everyone is busy even Milo and he's a kitten. Getting bored I decided to just take a small walk outside, putting on my shoes and grabbing my phone I left the house and just texted my dad that I was going to be walking outside for a while.

Putting my phone away I started to take in my surroundings and smelled the place, and no it's not like those other clingy stories that I read and that the place smells really good. No, it smells like wet grass and dog poop.

Feeling the wind blow my hair made me feel good and calm. But that soon goes away when I hear a crashing sound and a low scream that you really had to stop and listen to hear it.

I was fighting my brain if I should go or not, but my body got the best of me as I was getting nearer to the source of the sound, and at that same time I was standing in front of a decent trailer house. It wasn't the prettiest house nor was it horrifying, it just had its own details that needed to be fixed.

As I silently stood in the door I waited for any other sounds but the only sound I could hear was the beat of my heart hammering against my chest. I wasn't sure if it was my stubbornness or just plain old faith, but something told me I needed to be here and not leave. Taking a deep breath I slammed my whole body weight against the door, not even bothering to knock I welcomed myself inside to face Liam and an older man in a war world three as they both were beaten up with blood spluttered towards their faces, the house was a mess as the glass was all over the floor and the furniture was thrown over or were just misplaced and unexplainable how they got into that position.