Sugar, Daddy? [Boy X Boy]

C H A P T E R : T H R E E

As I stand at the bus stop I sigh realizing I have no where to go. The bag I'm carrying is all of my clothes which isn't a lot because I can't really afford it. Everything else of mine is trashed. I feel in my pocket. The crumpled up bills and little bit of change counts up to 420$ that went to the rent I was supposed to pay. At least I have food money, and a job. Just not a house... Or a car. Food is good enough.

I sigh again as I begin to walk down the street. I need to find a dry safe place to stay. Even if not safe still need a place to stay. As I cross the street Jason's car pulls up next to me. "Where are you going?" He ask rolling down his windows. I roll my eyes. "To where I live..." I said in a 'duh' tone. He laughs. "Let me take you there." He really wasn't paying attention when I was talking to him was he? I was evicted from where I live! I would think that he would catch on. "No. No thank you please just go in with your life." He leans forward towards the window. "Trust me I have absolutely nothing to do." As soon as he say that his phone starts to ring. He reached for it holding a finger up as to tell me to 'wait'. Who does he think he is!

"Really? Right now! Why can't you handle these things yourself? I'll be there in five just don't do anything stupid." He hangs up the phone. I don't really know what he's talking about because I wasn't paying attention, but that doesn't matter anyways. It not like I care. He opens is mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "It seems like you have something to do, now if you could please leave me alone before the police start to think I'm a prostitute." His eyes narrow at my tone. "I'll be back to see you baby boy." I resist the urge to barf and as he starts to pull off I call. "Stop calling me that you asshole!" I'm not sure if he heard me, but I doubt it.

Enough about that though. I still need to find a place to stay. I look up into the sky. It's turning a dark grey almost black. Why must this day turn around like this? Why is life like this. I don't have enough time to even get a remote answer a rain drop fell into my head. Great! My life is perfect!

I continue down the street until I find a relatively dry alleyway that doesn't smell like piss and shit or that doesn't have other homeless people. I lay a blanket down, and sit on it. This will have to do.

Just as I start to get comfortable- as comfortable as the ground can get- I hear whimpering at the end of the alleyway. What is that? It sounds hurt. I stood slowly walking towards the sound. As the sound get closer it sounds more than sad, but hurt. I look behind a trash can to see a hurt puppy, with a kitten behind it. Was something attacking it or was it just hurt. Was the kitten hurting it. As it sees me peering around the corner it starts to growl. As much as I would live to help it, what if it's ravenous.

I put my hand out in front of the puppy. It flinches away. It's scared. "I won't hurt you." I say quietly. "I'm hurt too. Just not physically." It sniffs my hand. It opens its mouth. I thought that it was gonna lick me, but instead I feel a sharp pain to my hand. "Now I'm hurt physically." I say to it, but mostly to myself. I'm regretting this so fucking much. What if I get rabies. There's no bleeding so that's a good sign. I turn around and the puppy whimpers again except it was weaker. Even after this little fucker bit me I still feel compelled to help it. It's just hurt and scared. Probably protecting the kitten. I reach down and pick it up gently avoiding the place where the blood most is. I also grab the kitten in my other hand and walk back to where I was.

I grab a water bottle from my bag and the first aid kit. Why am I helping this puppy? I could just let it die instead of doing all I'd this. Wait what am I saying who would be heartless enough to actually just let a puppy die. That person deserves to die if I'm honest. Enough of my ramblings though I need to help this poor puppy.

After I stop the bleeding I wrap the puppy in bandage. Who would when do something like that to a puppy. This poor husky. I mean Huskies are the cutest dogs in my opinion. I pick up the orange kitten and look it over. Although it has a few scratches it looks perfectly fine.

The pup finally stops whimpering after I finish patching it up and makes itself comfortable on the little pad I lied on the ground taking the kitten with it, and they soon fall asleep together.

I should get comfortable too. It's not like I have anywhere to go. I lie down on my back, and fall asleep.

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I know I published this earlier then the update schedule but I have nothing to do at 2:00 in the morning