Chapter 3

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Kiba's P.O.V.

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I woke up in a room that wasn't mine with a massive head and body ache. The bed I was laying in was huge, and very, very comfy; soft pillows, warm blankets, and Night still in my arms. I smiled that we where safe, but... That meant that what happened last night wasn't a dream; my Mommy and my Daddy were dead, and my house was gone. I saw a man sitting on the bed with me, lost in thought. He had the same red tie and black suite that the man who saved me had, but I didn't know if he must have brought me here. He looked different than the man who saved me though from when I saw him in my old house: he had a face this time. Black hair, brown eyes, and all the features of a face. I tried to sit up, but winced at the pain I had in my stomach and sides. The man looked at me and put his hand on my shoulder, gently laying me back down in the bed.

He covered me back up with the blankets and rubbed my head softly. It was probably the nicest touch I've ever felt. "Are you alright Kiba?" He asked me sounding very concerned for my safety. The voice he had was the same as the man without a face who saved me, just as deep and comforting. I nodded to his question. "I'm ok. Just...." I trailed off, remembering of how my Daddy tried to kill me, and how he killed Mommy. Remembering the screaming, the gun shots, Daddy's blood stained clothes, and him pointing the gun at me. It was so scary. I whimpered and held Night close to my face as I tried not to cry about what had happened. I didn't want the man to see me cry because I was so scared, even if it was all over. The man sighed, picked me up gently, and set me on his lap, holding me close to his chest. He rubbed my head and my side softly as I tried to process what he was doing. He was so gentle. "If you need to cry, I won't stop you child. I understand." He said softly, continuing to rub my head and hold me close. I whimpered and grabbed his shirt as I began to cry as hard as I could into his chest, getting his suit wet with my tears.

He held me tight as I cried, but I wondered why he was being so nice. I didn't care though, he was the nicest person I met, and I didn't want to leave his arms or his comfort.

I calmed down a bit after a while, and I stopped sobbing. He looked at me and wiped off a tear from my cheek with his warm hand. "Are you getting hungry?" He asked me. I sobbed slightly and wiped away a few more tears from my eyes before I nodded. I completely forgot that it had been a whole day since I ate, and I was hungry. He put me down and I put Night on the bed as he stood up. He was incredibly tall! I think he was about eight feet tall, maybe taller, arms and legs the longest I ever seen on anyone! He put his hand out for me, so I took his hand and we walked downstairs together.

He was nice, and I felt safe around him. He was like the father I always wanted. We walked into this big kitchen, it was huge! I was amazed about how big it was. I was tiny compared to this place. I smiled and marveled about it. I think he saw me smile because he laughed and then walked over to a big oven. "Do you want pancakes for breakfast?" He asked me grabbing the pancake batter from a cupboard above him. I nodded and grabbed a chair from the table. I walked over to him with the chair and he laughed as I tried to get on the counter top to help mix the batter.

I was just about to crawl on the counter when I felt a pain in my stomach from where I was punched yesterday from the girls. I winced at the pain and I almost fell off of the counter and onto the floor. I gripped my stomach and the man took me in his arms and set me on the table. Once he set me on the table I looked at my tummy. When I was looking at my stomach he took a look as well. He touched my sides; his hands felt warm and comforting even as he examined my bruises. He sighed. "Why don't you go sit in the living room. I will be in here making breakfast. Ok?" I nodded "ok." I walked out of the kitchen and walked into the living room. It was a big room like the kitchen, full of books and soft furniture. I sat down on the big red couch and laughed about how small I felt.

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