**********DIFFERENT BREED PART FIFTEEN**********
Milton walked in the blazing heat of the Costa Rica weather. The sole of his white socks were turning brown as they collected dirt. He was sweating violently and was very hungry; he literally heard his stomach rumbling in starvation. His mouth turned dry and the thoughts of his biological mother were penetrating his mind. He could not get the disappointment out of his mind. As he continued to walk, he suddenly felt extremely homesick; he was desperately missing Javan, Phoebe and Nathan. He suddenly came to a halt. Cars sped by as he was on an abandoned sidewalk, where only cars made noise. He looked across the road after the first car sped by, and saw a phone booth. Milton's eyes lit with hope. He crossed the road...
SCREECH! A car halted in front of Milton. It was a female driver
"LOOK WHERE YOU'RE GOING, YOU MAD BITCH" Milton roared as he walked on. The lady hesitated to apologize following Milton's comment; put her car in drive and drove off. Milton scowled at her as he approached the phone booth. He reached into his back pocket and produced some coins. He put it in the machine. He read that international calls could be made. He put his finger on the keypad, but hesitated. He was thinking as to who to call. He made up his mind and dialled. The dialling tone rang for about 8 seconds before cutting to voicemail. He proceeded to talk
"Javan...what's good, brother...I hope you're alright...." Milton began, taking a deep breath "Well, I made it to Ibiza, you wouldn't believe where I'm at now. Costa Rica! The place is cool, I've had so much girls on me it's emotional...well I'm gassing, no luck in finding my biological family but trust I will. I hope Mum and Dad are doing good, say hello to Angelique for me. You're probably chasing bare girls, so I'll end this. Take care, man. It's been too long" Milton cut off the phone. He was visibly depressed, and contemplating whether to proceed with his mission of finding the Dad that doesn't know of his existence. Suddenly, an armed robber appeared sprinting, with a lady's handbag. He was running in Milton's direction. The lady was ear-piercingly screaming as she followed the robber, but the only person present other than the armed robber was Milton. Milton saw the armed robber and shook his head. He smashed his rock solid cast into the arm robber's face, knocking him down to the ground, releasing his gun and the lady's handbag. Milton couldn't help feeling cocky and powerful as he smirked. The lady ran towards MILTON BUT THEN PAUSED. Milton looked at her
"Milton?" she exclaimed
"What's good, Carmen" Milton smiled "I'm guessing this is yours" he said as he picked up the handbag
"Thank you ever so much" Carmen smiled as she hugged Milton "That bastard got what was coming to him. Idiot"
"Cool, what are you doing here?" Milton asked
"I'm helping my auntie with some things. Oh my...you look bad, jheez. What happened to your arm...them bruises, what's that about?" Carmen gasped
"Long story, darling" Milton simply said. Carmen looked around
"He's out cold. We've got to run" Carmen laughed as they ran into the distance "Is he even breathing?"
The time turned to 20:00. The weather became dark, forcing the streetlights to appear. Carmen took Milton to her apartment to clean his wounds following the fight he had at the warehouse. They were in the bathroom, as she cleaned the wounds that appeared on his face with a towel. Milton screamed in agony, as the ointment stung him. He sat onto the closed toilet seat.
"Allow me man. That hurts, what is that!" Milton roared
"Calm down!" Carmen laughed "It's just ointment. It's to help you" She had a first aid kit present
"Why's it got to hurt, Carmen, damn...? As if I ain't felt enough pain already" Milton declared
"Stop being a toddler with a dummy in its mouth and man up" Carmen smiled. Milton was infatuated with Carmen. She was curvy; beautiful. Due to her flirtatious nature, he read the signals wrong. As she was going to apply some more ointment, he stopped her hand. Carmen gave him a puzzled look. He rose to his feet, and went to kiss her. She tilted her head. Milton looked embarrassed, as he pushed his lips in
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