My Candyman (Crankiplier)

2

Ethan POV

James is gone now, he's going job hunting. Said to 'stay put and not leave'. I had no intention of following the command that I had for so many months. I can't follow the command anymore. I'd already carried the burden of being the perfect "trophy wife", and being the maid, and...... and being his sex slave. But not anymore, not after what he did to me.

After he's been gone for ten minutes I start to pack. A weeks worth of clothes, my electronics and their corrisponding chargers. I look around one last time. "Gizmo! How could I almost forget you!" I exclaimed reaching for the gear plush that my dad gave to me, before he died. This was it. I am free. No one to tell me no, or where to go, or say I'm only dreaming.

I left the house. But how do I get away? I can't just call for someone, I have no friends TO call. I guess I could try and hitchhike, I mean..... What else is there for me to do?

I hold up my thumb on the side of the road. "Hey! Can I hitch a ride!?" I shouted. Over, and over again, hoping that someone would help me. But my efforts held no avail. No one listened, and no one cared.

I went to the ally behind the nearest restaurant, which was almost a mile away. With no pillow or blanket of any kind, I had nothing to sleep on. I sat down against  the wall behind me. Why does no one care!? No one would miss me if I weren't here. Why do I exist? I started to emmit heavy sobs. But I'm sure that no one could hear me. That no one would even care, why would anyone? I'm just the gay homeless person.

Marks POV

The restaurant just closed and I was walking out as I heard something. It was like...... like crying. Just some little kid who is upset I thought. But as I walked past the alley way to go to my car, but then I saw the source of the sobs.

"Hello?" I asked as I approached him. He looked up at me with a sorrow filled gaze. Those eyes are beautiful  no Mark, you just met him. I approached him further, he had blue hair and severe acne "Hey, what's wrong? Is it anything that I can help with?"

"I'm fine." The boy said bluntly. I could tell that he was lying by the suitcase, the tear stains from when he was crying, and the bruses on his arm that his shirt couldn't hide.

"Please let me help you." I urged gentally. I inched closer to the smaller male. As I made it closer to the boy he flinched. I reached out and tried to help him up but he just kept him arms wrapped around his knees.

"Please go away. I'm fine." He said shooing me away.

I examined his bag. It had a shirt sleeve hanging out of the side. "Do you need a place to stay?" I asked hoping that he didn't.

He looked at me. Eyes still filled with sadness, and fear, and helplessness. After awhile he shook  his head yes. "Oh, you must be so lonely. H-here, l-let me help you." I said getting down in front of him. Instead of getting his suitcase, or saying that he's fine, he collapsed into my arms and sobbed. "Hey, hey it's ok, I'm here, nothing bad will happen, you're alright." I reassured. He wiped his tears and nodded. I picked up his suitcase and we made our way to the car, and we drove to my house.

Why would anyone hurt this angel, and who. Why did he have a suitcase filled with clothes so full that they fell out of the side? He was rushed in packing obviously. No homeless person I've seen has that many clothes, or was in that big of a hurry. Maybe he was kicked out, or worse. Ran away, from a bad home, or relationship. How long had he been on the street? Who did this?

A/N

Hey sorry for this chapter being so odd, but maybe you like odd. Anyway hope you enjoyed, and remember pancakes are better than war😉