Kira (boyxboy)

Chapter 5

(A/N: I know it has been ages since I updated, but I will be updating more often now. It's my new year resolution to update all of my works more often! (◕ᴥ◕) Here's chapter 5 for you!) 

The bus wound through many small towns on its way to the city. The almost empty bus slowly fills up until there are no more seats left. An old man sits next to me and once he saw how young I was he wouldn't stop talking. He asked me where my parents were, asked if I was running away, complained about the 'fickleness' of the younger generation and tried to advise me. In the beginning I respected his age and pretended to listen but as his tirade never seemed to end I just gave up. I can't stop thinking 'what now?'. I don't have anywhere to go and I don't have anyone I know. I don't have any education to get a proper job and even if they want to accept me, if they do a background check there's no way they will hire me. No one will care that I was falsely accused. All I have is the money I saved for college and my practical skills.

The bus came to a stop with a jerk. I looked out the window and realized I had arrived in X City. I had been so consumed in my own thoughts that I didn't even notice that the old man was long gone. I stepped out of the bus into the darkening sky. Night had slowly started swallowing the day and darkness prevailed. I held my small duffel bag which contained the only things left of my past life. Clutching onto that small piece of familiarity I walked through the streets in between a maze of buildings. The concrete and dim street lights illuminating up the vacant streets just made everything look sinister. I decide to first stay at a hotel and come up with a plan for whatever I need to do next.

I turn into a street that had more foot traffic and saw a bunch of shops that were closed and many motels. I walk into a motel called luxury motel but when I enter there is nothing luxurious about it. It's run down and dirty, the floor carpet looks like it hadn't been washed in a century and there are suspicious stains that look like blood. The receptionist is smoking a cigarette and watching porn on a little TV next to his desk. He's so into it that he doesn't even notice my arrival. I have to knock on the counter to get his attention. When he looks at me his gaze is weird and creepy. I feel like something isn't right as he sleazily grins at me. The receptionist speaks in a voice dripping with lust, "How can I help you beautiful?"

Just his voice makes my skin crawl, but it's already night and I don't know where else to go. "I need a room for one night," I tell him. He nods and writes something down into a ledger in front of him. He then hands me a key but as I reach for it he caresses my hand before letting go. I want to rip my skin off where he touched me but I just squeeze out a thanks and speed to my room as if I'm running from a fire. I hear a nasty chuckle behind me causing me to shudder in fear and disgust. Did I really make the right decision by coming to the city?

I enter the room and it's even more disgusting than I thought it would me. The sheets are dusty and there are some white stains on it. I would like to say I don't know what that is but I do. I walk into the bathroom and notice that the flush doesn't work, the showerhead is broken and the entire room smells like piss. I hear a light scuttling sound and when I turn I see a cockroach scurrying around the side of the wall. I start to gag and feel like vomiting but I persevere. Just one night. I just need to hold on for one night and then I can figure something out tomorrow.

I have no choice but to use the bed so I remove all of the sheets and sit on the bare mattress. It's not that much better than the sheets but at least there are no cum stains. I pull out my laptop from my duffel bag and connect it to my phone internet. When I turn on the phone I see 15 missed calls from my mom and 10 voice messages. There is a vague pain in my chest that makes it difficult to breathe. My mind keeps flashing back to the betrayal, the despair, the hopelessness. The days where I had thoughts to end it all. I can't deal with that anymore, there is no one I can trust in this world except myself. Slowly all of my feelings start to drain away leaving me numb. I resolutely delete the messages and delete all of the phone numbers on my phone leaving it completely blank.

I start to search up affordable housing on my laptop and places where I can potentially get a job. I have $5,000 in my bank account and I know I can earn more through playing the stock market, but I first need to set up a place to live that I can convert into my base. Oh God, every type of housing in the city is so fucking expensive. Even the smallest one bedroom apartment costs around $2,000 a month. There's no other choice, I book a small apartment in the slightly seedier part of the city cause it's cheaper than most other apartments in the better areas of the city. I feel so tired that my eyes start to droop until I can no longer keep them open and I fall into the sweet embrace of darkness in the shitty motel I couldn't wait to leave.

I wake up in the morning to a weird feeling of being touched. My eyes immediately instantly open wide to the sight of a hand stroking my chest. My eyes flit up to the owner of the hand and I see the seedy receptionist licking his lips while his other hand wanders down to my waist hooking my pants. I reflexively kick him in the face and then his dick. When he curls up in pain I grab my duffel bag and run out of the room. At that moment I feel like I've grown wings since I almost fly out of there. I can hear curses behind me and the heavy thud of boots chasing me. Luckily I escape through the front entrance. The streets were bustling with people heading to work so I easily melded into the crowd and lost him. When I finally reached the end of the street I slowed down and walked calmly amongst the sea of people.

I asked the nearest person for directions to the subway and took a train to the district that housed my new abode. When I arrived at the apartment building it didn't look as nice as in the pictures, but I never expected much anyways. I paid the deposit and got the keys to my new home. When I enter the room it's small, the wall paint is peeling, the ceiling fan doesn't look usable and the furniture is old; but everything is clean and everything but the fan is in working condition. There are no insects and there is a balcony with a good view of the city. The apartment is on the 6th floor so I'm not too worried about someone trying to climb the balcony to break-in. It's good enough for me, anyways I'm not planning on staying here for too long. As soon as I make enough money from the stocks I'll be out of here.

I've got a solid plan. I'm pretty hopeful for my future. I can't wait to start my new life here. Everything has got to be better than before. I have had enough pain to last me a lifetime.

Kieran's blue gray eyes soften and a light smile graces his face making him look innocent. He finally looks like the 15 year-old he is.