The King's Puppy (Mxb)

family heirloom

4 months. It's been four months since I've seen King, I haven't moved from my spot under the table. I can't come up with any smart comments in my head, I've got no snarky remarks to make. Funny footnotes, awkward thought comments, I've got nothing.

Rosie came up to me "King says to eat something" "no" "it's been days Puppy" "it's been months Rosie."

Maybe some snark is still there

She sighed "I'm gonna call Andrei to help me" she went into her room. "Your Master left you here on purpose," Lauren said. I looked at her "he didn't want you cause you're a bad dog" she purred. I crawled out from under the table, one of Kings shirts hug to my thighs. "You're a slut you know that" she perked up at me. I set the coffee mug camera on the table "you're a stupid slut Lauren, and sooner or later, you're gonna be tossed out because no one wants a dirty slut." She stood up, "whatever Puppy my mistress is still here, where's King?" "Where's your pride you harlot" she screeched and slapped me. "I hate you, get out, no one wants you!" She stomped her foot, I glared at her.
"I'm gonna bite you again" she looked at her hand "no you're not" I jumped at her and she squealed. "You're stupid and ugly and one day Rosie's gonna realize she doesn't wanna fat whore anymore." I seethed Lauren look at me

"I hate you Lauren and I hope you fucking die alone with no one to care for you."

I looked at the mug and picked it up.
"I'm going to scare King out of hiding" I picked up the blanket I had been sleeping on and walked out the door.

I decided to take a break from my scaring and swing on a swing set.

I haven't been outside in forever, I was swinging and my hair was flopping and I was having a great time. Every time my stomach would flip when I went to high. The coffee mug was on the ground beside me, sometimes I think that they were just pulling my leg with the camera thing. But then the lens starts to move and I believe it.
I went to jump off the swing but someone happened to pass in front of it before I could stop.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to" the guy looked at me, "oh no problem you didn't hurt anyone" I go up from the ground and dusted myself off. "Are you gonna tackle pounce me and not give me a name or are you just that rude." He asked I gasped "oh s-s-sorry my name's pup. Noah my name's Noah" I caught my self. The thought of telling someone my names as Puppy made my face heat up. "Cute" I looked up and I realized he had an American accent. "You haven't got an accent" I voiced my thought "yeah neither do you" "are you from around here?" "Born and raised" I stared up at him.
He's got brown hair messy brown hair, and he's got black eyes not dark brown, black eyes. He's tall like King, he had piercings in his face too, lots of them.

"Where are your parent's kid?" "O-oh they're dead" I lied horribly "so you're just out here by your self?" He questioned I nodded "I am 18 for your information I'm perfectly capable of swing by my self." I Argued "really? cause this bruise forming on my side says you need adult supervision." He commented I rolled my eyes "well you walked in front of me" "I didn't know it kids would be flying off at me." I huffed and picked up my mug "you sir are missed informed I'm not a kid" "yeah you're still pretty young to me" I rolled my eyes. "Well, how old are you," I asked "25," I thought about it for a minute, how old was king? "There's not that big of a difference" he chuckled. "What are you doing out here by your self." I perched my lips, "I'm rebelling" I said glancing at the mug hanging by my side. "Oh yeah against who?" I looked up into my Brain "well, I think a good way to rebel is to go for piercing and tattoos" he winked. I shook my head "n-no thank you" we started walking "I'm not looking to hurt my body I just ran away" I said proudly.
"Wow, you're really going at it huh?" I nodded grinning. "What's with the mug?" I shrugged "it's my favorite mug" he picked it up "#1 Daddy" he raised a brow "family heirloom" "ok then, it's about 4 o clock and the crack heads start prowling around 6 you want to get food little rebel." I shrugged "depends on if you want to pay for me"

I looked at the menu and nodded my head "chicken tenders it is" I clarified. Chris eyed my mug, I set it off the table. "You're pretty attached to your daddy mug," he said.
"Y-yes it's very dear to me" fiddled with my thumbs. "So Noah," hearing my name was weird to me. "What's your sleeping arrangements for your little rebellious runaway." I frowned "w-well Chris think I'm going to-"
I heard the bell to the diner ring, I looked up Rosie was looking around, I glanced at the mug and glared.
"I think I'm going to leave now" "why?" I grabbed my mug. Rosie was talking to the cashier "I've gotta go" "what happened she started looking around." I ducked under the table, I saw her feet approach the booth.

"Hello, I'm looking for a Puppy" I frowned "Puppy?" "Yes he's about this height, big blue eyes and brown hair has a stutter." I glared at the detail, "probably carrying a mug?" I hugged Chris's leg as she started feeling under the table for me.

"Uhh...no ma'am sorry" she hummed "very well, if you do happy to see the Puppy, tell him King is keeping count of the rules he's breaking, mon amour." Her feet turned and walked away, the door ringed then it went back to normal. When I came back up from the floor my chicken tenders were there. "Oh, food" I went to grab one "you're gonna ignore that?" I heard my stomach grumble. I haven't eaten in about a week, I didn't realize how hungry I was until I wanted to eat. "No sir you're not getting food till you tell me why I shouldn't hand you back to Frenchie out there."
I crossed my arms "I don't have to take this I can mooch of people elsewhere." My snarky comments coming back to me. "I've also got her phone number" I paled "don't be mean Chris" he smirked "don't be dishonest" "I'm not" "you said your name as Noah not Puppy." The corners of my lips flipped into a frown. "It is...Puppy was a Nickname someone gave me." He hummed "ok so who was that" "uhh I was staying with her for a while. While my uh other friend was g-g-gone and I couldn't pay rent by my self. So I stayed with her." He nodded accepting my story "what rules are you breaking and who's King?" I shuffled and glanced at the mug, "uhh m-m-my very close friend" I said.
"What about the rules" I shifted in The booth "oh those I'm it supposed to leave the house." He nodded "well it wouldn't be a rebellion without rule breaking would it?" I smiled "y-yeah."

"I've got a place about four miles from here with a couch that has your name on it if you want it." Something in my stomach was telling me to not go, it wasn't very safe. "O-okay"

We got up from the booth and when to the register. "Come on kid I'm stuffed and ready to KO," Chris said patting his stomach. I laughed at him and we started walking toward the car.
"Noah, once I start this car, your life will turn into a badass rebel life. Are you sure about the tats and piercings" I looked at Chris he grinned "y-yes not piercing or tattoos" he nodded "ok fine" he started the car as he winked at me. Driving to his house was fun, I tried to figure out where I was but I seemed to fail. I couldn't pick a location. America most likely, I didn't care, I was out of the house for the first time in months.

His apartment was small and basic, but it was comfy, he put a sheet on the couch. "Now just so you know I don't let anyone stay here. But since you're a little kid I'll make exceptions." "I'm 18" he looked at me "and a baby 18-year-old at that" he went to walk into his room and I looked around. "Oh no, crap" I cried "what's wrong, "I forgot my mug." "Maybe it'll be there when we go back tomorrow," he said.

"One last thing Noah, never go in my room."

I nodded, yeah I've heard that before,

I laid on the couch and he went into the room, I tried to imagine what my mom was doing probably shaking her head saying 'I told him so' I sighed deeply, I didn't care how many times she told me 'I told you so' I just wanna get back to her, I know I can get back to her, Emily, and Dad.

my Dad and I had a huge fight before I left which was probably why he disowned me after I moved out, I thought that no one else would want mine after being with King for so long. But Chris, he's so nice, I'll be able to get back home right?

authors note: i wanna give some inside of what's going on here, currently what we've been seeing is King forcing the idea that no one is going to be there for noah ever and he's all he has into noah's head, that's why he was so scared of him leaving.

But once noah found out and got outside meeting Chris he remembered that things weren't always like that and no he is just realizing how much he just wants to get home