Different Breed

Different Breed Part Two

********************DIFFERENT BREED - PART TWO********************

Milton had hastily gone to an East London park. It was late, about 23:00. The weather was mild, but gloomy; the atmosphere was only lit by streetlights. Riley, the dog, didn't seem tired and was more than happy to walk as he pants in excitement. Milton found a bench and was stationary. Riley rests besides him. As urban foxes raid bins, Milton then opened the locket and stares at his mother's picture. Back in North London, Javan tried desperately to call Milton, but to no avail, as he was ignoring all calls.

Back in East London, Milton was in deep thought, thinking about his biological family: How they looked like, their lifestyle, whether there are more children, cousins, aunties, uncles, grandparents. The thoughts were overwhelming. As Milton tends to a resting Riley, he narrowly missed a red coloured brick thrown at him. Milton looks at all sides but no one was to be seen. He picks up the brick that had the word "bastard" carved into it. Milton chucked the brick away, looking at his mother's picture

"She is something, isn't she?" Milton asked Riley. He showed Riley the picture, Riley barked positively

"I agree, Riley boy. I mean, what do you think? Should I go and look for her? Does she deserve to be looked for? What about my biological Dad? Don't get me wrong, though. You know I live a reasonably good life, we ain't rich but we get by. My family are my world, man. But I got to be real; they're not my biological family. Sometimes I've actually wished I was biologically The Narteys. I wished so hard, so I won't feel like I don't belong there. I'm comfortable, but I feel like I'm invading their place, I stick out like a sore thumb" Riley jumped onto the bench and rested his head onto Milton's thighs for comfort. Milton stroked Riley's warm, jet black coloured coat

"Thanks, boy. I think, just for a peace of mind, I will set out to find my real parents. No matter what I will" Milton assured Riley

"Let's go, boy. It's getting late" Milton declared. He and Riley got up to make their way home.

It was 0:04, North London. Javan was roaming the streets with a cute girl in tow. The sky was totally black; the scene was lit by streetlights and passing car headlights. Javan comes off the phone

"Still no answer darling" Javan said in frustration

"Don't worry, I'm sure he's fine" the girl said in a soft, sugar-coated voice. The girl had a beaming chocolate brown skin complexion, and was 5 foot 6 in height. This was seventeen year old Yvonne Adiyemi, a friend of his. "So you called me for what reason again?" Yvonne asked, looking through her mobile phone with her right hand, typing in the keypad with her clear, shiny acrylic-enhanced nails as she caresses her easy and free flowing glazed cranberry red coloured, long length hair that hung freely below the shoulders. Her long, glazed cranberry red coloured mane was distributed evenly to both sides with a simple small partition in the middle.

"Mans wanted to catch up with you init? See how you are rather than talk on the net" Javan smiled, as they made a right turn to the other street

"Oh my days, I thought you said you needed to get a low price on entry into that 'Mad Ting' nightclub rave thing" Yvonne asked as she walked with her curvaceous, big curled bottom, and shapely legs.

"Well if I told you the real reason, it will take me weeks to find you, you're always bare busy, like" Javan replied. [BARE means "a lot" or "very", often used when referencing quantity, but can be used in quality terminology]