They Saved Me (boyxboyxboy)

Lost Souls Found

*Killian

I heave the hood of the sleek black Mercedes up to examine the so called problem. These rich car owners always worrying about problems that don't exist. If their car slows down even a minute short of the usual time, it's to the shop. Taking no consideration to the fact that they drive it to its limits practically every day with no care and still expect it to be in tip top shape.

I shake my head at the busted engine and get to work.

Work that has kept me alive for so many reasons. Mechanics and cars were the only things that helped me get through school, well that and my little brother that is. We lost our parents at a young age. Not wanting to be taken into the care system, we ran away and I started escorting to keep us alive. Thinking back like I do every day, I can't get myself to regret my choices, although they haunt me every day. I can't fend them off forever but I will if it means that Kieran stays happy.

Footsteps sounded in the store and I raised my head to glance at my little brother, swaggering into the place like he hadn't been MIA for a whole fucking day.

Now that might sound like exaggeration, but he wasn't even an adult yet. Me and my brother were very close and didn't keep anything from each other, but the times when he goes on his disappearing sprees, I'm not happy.

"'Sup, big bro. Whatcha doin'," he quips.

He knows I'm angry.

"I got you some skittles," he adds, a big, innocent smile on his face. But not innocent at all. And he knows it.

Skittles never fail to make me happy but I could hold the tough guy act for a while. Even for skittles.

I calmly straighten up and turn on my heels. He's got his left hand tucked into his back pocket, his other hand at his side clutching the bag of skittles. He's rocking back and forth on his feet, a guilty smile on his face.

"Where have you been?" My voice is hard and all no bullshit-like.

"See...ah, well... I've been going around," he mumbles.

"The fuck you mean going around? You know I need help here. Richardson's bringing in his limo to be ready by Friday, man. You can't run out on me like this." Richardson was a rich motherfucker who occasionally visited with a variation of expensive cars for repair. His reckless son is always destroying beauties and thats what usually kept us in business so I can't say I'm sorry.

"I went to Barleys," he finally gives up. "Henry called me up and told me he had people waiting."

Rage sweeps through me at the though of him at that shit hole in a wall.

I pace back and forth, running my hands through my hair and trying to get my suddenly racing heart under control.

I turn back to him and say, "I told you to stop going there. It's no good. What if one day you leave and don't come back, it's dangerous."

I am barely able to hold back the tears of anger as I keep pacing. I feel strong fingers grip my shoulders and I'm turned to face Kieran.

"I'm sorry. I know it hurts you. It hurts me too, but we need the money." He hugged me close and whispered into my neck.

"No we don't. We're doing fine. Business had been going up lately. These rich clients and all. You would know if you were here half the time."