If He Only Knew

If Only He Knew

A/n Hey guys kitty here. If you know me welcome back nice to meet you again if not then how are you? well its yet another co-op story with a dear friend of mine. U may know him awesomemetal. You see him in the next few chapters or so i dont know. Well lets get this show on the road. Oh wait disclaimers. * this is a bxb story about furries. So if gay isnt your thing or ur not a furry fan i suggest you get the hell out now. If you are then glad to hear if ur not but think you are or ur just confused on how u roll or how u got here this book should help you deside apon that or if u should stay. Idk its ur call. Well now lets get this show movin.

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"I never knew my father. I often had dreams about a male figure holding my hand who looked like a canine... My mother never told me much about him. He was a fox which explained my sharp canines. Canines...is that the right word since I'm a feline?  Oh well."

"Jack hunny! Are you gonna come down for breakfast?" Asked my mother leaning against my door frame  drying her hands off with a rag. I only held up my journal above my head then sat it back down on my desk in front of me without turning around to her.

"Ah! Well don't take long writing ok?" She said. I held up my hands making a thumbs up. I heard her leave.

My name is Jack L. Freeman. I'm an eight year old feline with color changing fur. No one really knows about that though. Me and my mother try to hide it. I don't talk much either.

I pushed my chair back and sighed as I stared at the celling. I don't know what to write. It was fathers day and like  every year I write in my journal.

My eyes scanned my newly bare walls. What was once covered in posters of superheros, games, and movies. Was now tan lines, hooks, holes, and wire. I was moving from my home state Mississippi to my birth state Georgia. I don't know where though.

I closed my journal and got up. I was only wearing my spiderman undies. I went down stairs to the so called kitchen which was in worse shape then my room.

Boxes stacked on the table covering it completely.

"Jack baby. Your food is in the table in the living room." Said my mother from behind the boxes. I nodded and went into the living room. 

The living room was in worse shape then the kitchen. There was no living room. It was only one small wooden table  big enough for one person on each side. I saw my pop tarts on a napkin and a glass of milk.

I ate and got dressed and helped my mother pack. I don't wanna move, but I have too.

I got in the passenger seat and watched my house shrink in the distance...I hope life will be better there.