Finding Home

Chapter 2: Uninvited Guest

After miles of walking & pushing this cart (with Buck in it) I found an abandon house. I look down in the cart to see buddy sleeping. I go up to the house, open up the door, & drag in the buggie.

"Buck wake up." I said shaking him lightly.

He sits up straight & reliazes we are in a house.

"So I see you found us a ------"

he stopped in mid sentence cause at this point he has jumped out of the cart forgetting his foot was still hurt. He let's out a scream.

"MOTHER FUCKER THAT FUCKING HURTS!"

I put my hand to my head and sigh.

"I wish I kept my mouth shut around you Buck. You are only...10...yeah 10 & you use that kind of language."

"Whatever.Will you get this damn bullet out of my foot please?" He said giving me puppy eyes.

"Yes I can, go sit down while I find the things."

He walked over to the old couch & propped his foot up the cushions. I looked through the buggie realizing he had crushed everything. Fatass, I mumbled to myself. I keep pondering deeper into it. Finally at the very bottom I found the pliers, aclochal, needles, and thread.

"Buck. I got the stuff" I said turning around.

"Yes finally! Now get this out of my foot!" He yelled staring down at his right foot like it would help the pain.

I sit down on the wooden floor & get started. It had took me all while to fix it up. Between Buck yelling at me to kicking me in the face I was about ready to just put it back in.

"Fuck, do you think you could have done that any worse Blake!" He said examining his foot.

"O, I could have but I didn't." I mumbled under my breath.
"Here." I said throwing him a backpack. "There's a set of clothes in there I thought you would like. Also if you hurry up I might give you something sweet to eat." I look back to see his face was filled with joy.

"Yes ma'am!" He said saluting me and taking off up the stairs slowly.

I sigh & sit down on the sofa to relax alil. Man taking care of both of us is not easy. Now I see what it was like for mama & papa. I take a picture out of my pants pocket it is of me, mama, papa, & Buck when he was a baby. Wish Buck could have met them. I smile down at the picture remember what good times we had but it was taken from me all to soon. I feel a tear go down my face & wipe it away. "You & Buck got each other so you will be fine." I tell myself.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here." A raspy voice said.

I jumped up from the couch & turned around to see a skinny, slim man standing there.

"It's been far too long hasn't it Blakey."

"Not long enough, Nutz."

Chad Nutz(I call him by his last name) is the one who killed my parents when I was 6 years old. He then tried to rape me luckily that night the neighbors where home. They heard screams & cries from my house & rushed over. While Nutz & my neighbor fought I grabbed little Buck & took off. I guess he got away because here we are.

"Don't call me that. Call me Chad. And might I say you have grown into a beautiful young lady." Chad said while checking me out.

"Why are you here?" I said watching him walk around me.

"Because of you. I want you Blakely but it seems you don't want me." He said now touching my hair.

"I'm 15 way too young for your 30 year old ass." I said smirking.

"29 not 30 my darling."

"How did you find me anyways?"

"I've been asking people have they seen you arou--"

That's when thuds came down the stairs.

"Damn stairs making me fall." Buck dusted his new camo outfit off then stared at us. "Who is he Blake? Chad looked at me then Buck.

"O, so this is your little brother the baby you took that night." He pushed me down & walked toward Buck.

"RUN BUCK!!!" I yelled while pulling out a pocket knife.

Buck took off up the stairs not worrying about his foot. Chad was right behind him. I got up and followed them upstairs. When I got up there Chad was trying to get in a bed room.

"Hey! Nutz!" I yelled running at him with the knife blade open.

"What!" He turned around catching my arm in the action.
"You are to slow girl. You got to be quicker than that." He threw me to the ground, knocking the knife out of my hand, and started punching me over & over in the face. I had no time to block them. Last thing I remember was Buck trying to get Chad off me then him yelling,

"BLAKE!!! HELP ME!!!"