The King's Puppy (Mxb)

King's pov

I watched his face pale, I watched how his color left his body and his knees started to shake, I felt Andrei swallow harshly. "Aren't you happy, now that they're dead no one's doing to miss you anymore." His lip was tucked between his teeth and his throat pushed up whimpers, "You keep hurting people I care about" he cried "who? who should you care about that's not me?"

"My m-mom and my family, you're hurting Andrei, and you hurt Chris, you hurt me" he hiccuped.

Andrei?

why does he care so much about him?

What has he done that I haven't?

I jerked my hands to the right feeling his neck crack in my arms, "STOP IT, KING STOP IT" he screamed running towards the now dead body. I grabbed him up and held him as he cried, "hush, stop it he's gone now we don't have to worry about him." he started hitting me "let me go, let me go home I wanna go home." I threw my hand across his face, he looked at me the red mark on his face making his cheek start to bruise. "you've got nothing to go home to, mommy, daddy, they're dead, sister? Dead. I don't know what you're looking for there but there's nothing left for you at home." He was shaking, I picked him up and made our way upstairs, I stepped over Josh's body and went into our room. I went into the bathroom and started the water for him to get a bath. I set him on the edge of the tub and pulled off his clothes, I threw them to the side and looked at him. He sat naked, quiet his hands placed by his sides gripping the tub. His hair fell in his face. He had just the prettiest skin, he was like milk and his hair had the cutest curls.

I remember when I first saw him, he knocked on the door and his foot shifted around, he was nervous. He never questioned anything I did though. But his worthless parents never called him, I knew that because I was notified of every call made to and from the house. No one came to visit him, no one sent anything to him, half a year and no contact was made to him, from anyone. He went to work, came home, and that was the only contact made with him.

I picked him up, setting him in the tub, scrubbing him until his skin turned red, he needs to have every trace of Andrei removed from his body, even if he never touched him, he still needs to be gone. I never expected him to actually go down there, I don't know what it is about him that makes my men break the rules, I've got near thousands of them and somehow every time someone comes in contact with him they do something wrong, giving him food he's not supposed to have, telling him things. But I don't care, I kill any of them who disobey, but Rosie, she hasn't ever done anything out of line, she'll kiss him or something but that's ok I trust her more than anything. But I think she thinks I'm being too protective of him, I don't care, he's my everything right now, a dog's a man's best friend, isn't it. I noticed he started to fall asleep when I scrubbed his hair.

I put my shirt on him, and watched him slip under the covers, I smiled and set my phone on the charger and I crawled into the bed with him, I hugged him to my chest, I felt his little breathes on my chest, they started to slow down letting me know he was asleep. I started humming until I was asleep as well.

In the morning Puppy stretched pushing on my face making the cute little whining he does. I smiled and pulled his body close to mine, I kissed his cheeks and watched him rub his eyes. "Good morning baby" he frowned at me still sleepy, "come on let's get ready."

I pulled his shirt over his head and buttoned his shorts. He wore his little sweatshirts and his shorts with his sneakers, I wanted to eat him almost he looked so adorable. All the stuff he does drives me crazy and it gets the point I think I'm mad. But he keeps me sane, he's not the same boy he was when he knocked on my door looking for a roommate. I held his hand leading him downstairs, Rosie wasn't over for once but she'd be coming over later today to see Puppy's wound. He's healed up pretty nicely but I he's still sore which will have to do since he lived. "Come on jump up" I lifted him on to the counter and searched the cabinet for something for him to eat.

"Would you kill me?"
He asked, his question made me stop and look at him. He didn't look at me he kept his head down and his shoulders to his ears. "Kill you Puppy why would I kill you." He started doing the thing with the shirts and his hands. "You said if I didn't wanna be your Puppy you had no use for me and you were gonna kill me, so does that mean that you're going to kill me for something else?" He asked, "no Puppy I couldn't kill you, but I'd kill everyone who tries to take you for me."

"So there's nothing I could do that would make you kill me?" He looked at him strangely "no Puppy, I'm not going to kill you"
He looked up, eyes red and puffy he was crying.

"Please kill me"