My Pet-Slave [ Boy X Boy ]

Chapter 5

It was nearly dawn from the night I've encountered the Father of Blood. I was tired and the confusion still played in my head. I still remembered his death like face and those dark eyes that were staring into me, like a piercing arrow striking through its target. The fear was trembling inside of me by just one look on his face.

My leg muscles were getting crampy and my throat was dry from the lack of liquid. My eyes were droopy since I used all night to walk to the opposite town of City of London, where my mother lives and where my mother needs me. I gripped onto my arm and the twisted muscles were hurting no longer ever since the Father of Blood pinned me down.

Why didn't he kill me?

Wasn't he famous for killing unknown people for fun?

Did he slaughtered all three of those guys who were drunk?

Why had he let me go?

Why did he call me beautiful? And what did he meant by that?

Questions like that were going to remain unanswered. . not unless I wanted to go back and find him and asked him myself. I shook my head. The cold wind were blowing in my direction and I shivered a bit. The sun was getting ready to rise, producing a mixture of pink, orange, and purple in the horizon. I stopped walking and drifted my eyes towards to the beautiful morning sky.

Stars were getting ready to hide and the moon was fading already. The beautiful colorful skies had replenished the soul inside of me. I yawned softly and proceeded my way to my mother's town. By this time, I would of woken up and cleansed myself, getting ready to begin to pray with the Eldest and all the Oldest.

But no longer can I ever return to those memories again. . because I made my choice to run away from them.

I closed my eyes and refused to think about it anymore. As the sun began to rise up more, the tiny town ahead of me was beginning to be more visible each time I took a closer step to it. Smiling in relief when I saw the town, I began to pick up the pace. It was truly a long long long way to walk to the opposite side of City of London.

Within an hour of walking quickly on the empty and lifeless path of dirt, I finally reached to the town where my sick mother lies. It was early morning when I took my first step in there. The town was much more smaller than City of London and rows of homeless people were sitting against the walls, sleeping. I shook my head and closed my eyes. This was much more worse than what I saw back in the City of London. It seems like some of the homeless people were sleeping peacefully but I knew that they were suffering and fear death was coming soon.

Walking down the path to find my mother's house, their eyes were heavily staring at me. I tried ignoring it but the tense was too much. I felt so sorry for them. Couple of merchants were opening their stalls and were beginning to start their business. The sun was on its forty-five degrees angle in the skies. Some of the people were waking up.

I searched and searched for the house and all of the houses I've seen so far were connected together using mud and animal dung. There weren't many in this town since it was so poor here. They didn't have a pharmacy here like City of London did.

Without time to waste, I finally spotted the small house located nearly out of the town. If I remember correctly from eight years ago, that was the house me and my mother used to live. Running there anxiously, each step I took brought me to a figure out the house.

It was my mother.

She was out early in the morning to sweep the ground. Then, she collapsed on her knees and I gasped, running towards her. I heard her cough harshly and instantly, I knew that her illness was getting worse and worse.