Law

Master

Mark

I pulled into my gravel driveway and cringed at the thought he didn't have shoes to walk over it. I turned off the car and un-buckled myself.

I rushed out the car just as he was getting out. I stopped him from stepping onto the harsh gravel by picking him up. He made a small whimpering sound.

I was surprised at how light he seemed to be in my arms. Tyler didn't question it and instead opened the front door for us.

I stepped inside and I herd the boy gasp. My place was very big, very marble and very expensive. Paintings lined the walls and my marble staircase lead upstairs. The floor shone a bright wooden colour and chandeliers lined the high ceilings.

" Are you okay to walk?" I asked him softly.

His blue eyes avoided mine as he nodded. I carefully set him down on the floor. He shook in his place timidly. Once again I felt my heart yearn for the poor boy.

" I have to get to work, will you be alright Mark?" Tyler said, grabbing his own keys.

I nodded. I understand that he had a photo shoot. I could take care of him myself.

" Are you hungry?" I asked as Tyler left.

The boy hugged himself and shook his head.

I sighed.
He had to be. He was just a little to skinny for it to be healthy.

" Come on, I'll get you some food" I said gesturing to the kitchen.

I went to walk away but soon noticed that he wasn't following me. Maybe he couldn't walk after all?

" Are you okay to walk?" I asked slowly.

556 looked down and nodded, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

" What's the problem?" I questioned.

I watched with a breaking heart as the boy slowly leant down and picked up his leash. He then held it out to me. His dipped face going red.

I looked at the handle he held out to me. He probably wasn't used to going anywhere without someone holding it.

For a moment I considered just telling him to follow me. But I think that would be more difficult done then said. He was used to a certain way of living. I can't just throw all that he knows out the window.

I carefully took it from him and held it. We both walked to the kitchen.

" Sit" I said pulling out a chair for him.

He hesitantly sat down. I gently gave him the handle so I could get him a drink.

I could feel his eyes on me while I filled a glass with water. I walked over to him and set it before him.
He simply just looked at it.

" Drink" I encouraged.

The boy picked it up and downed it quite quickly. As I walked back to get food for him. I realised that he probably perceived it as an order rather then a suggestion.

I reached into the cupboard and got crackers out. I couldn't cook. I always bought my meals. Walking back to him I set the package in front of him.
He once again just looked at it.

" You can eat" I said softly, hoping he didn't take it as an order.

He began to eat and I sat opposite him. I could tell he was nervous. I would be too.

" What's your name?" I asked.

I crossed my fingers and set them on the table. Pulling all my attention on him.