Kira (boyxboy)

Chapter 7

I wake up to the sun piercing my eyes. I stay in bed knowing that I definitely have no food in the apartment and I don't know what to do. For someone who's supposed to be so smart I clearly have no life skills. Well there's nothing I can do in bed. Might as well try to get a job or something.

I leave the apartment and start walking through the city. Luckily I pass by a convenience store looking for a full-time worker and a restaurant looking for a waiter. I enter the convenience store first and ask about the job. The manager looks at me skeptically. "How old are you kid? We only hire 18 and up and you look like your 14. Go home." I bite my lips and retort, "I am 18! I just look young okay!" The manager smirks at me and asks for my ID. Yup I'm fucked. I leave in defeat hoping for better luck at the restaurant. First of all clearly my age is going to be an issue, how can I look older?

I walk until I find a small park and sit on a bench. I start staring at the people walking by. What do older people look like? Okay clearly I have slightly chubby cheeks but I can't cut my skin off. Okay whatever I'll try my luck anyways. I go to the restaurant but the result is exactly the same. I start wandering through the streets and finally I find it. It's gorgeous! It's a car and bike garage. I go and press my face against the display glass and see guys working with my dream vehicles. I seriously want to get my hands on those tools! I almost teleport into their shop. I see their main manager and he's a seriously buff dude. He's like one of those overly muscled guys on some gym ads. I'm nervous but I have got to ask him.

"What do you want kid? Say it or scram." The dude is straightforward and clearly annoyed by my presence.

"Umm...can I work in your store? I'm really good at repairs I swear. You can test me out and everything. Even if you just keep me as an intern or something. PLEASE!" I basically vomit the words out and now want to kill myself. I'm scared to even look at his face but I still look up hopefully. He has an amused expression on his face but spits out three words, "Get lost kid."

Okay today was a total failure, but maybe I'll find something tomorrow.

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It's been 20 days and I've gotten absolutely nothing. I have about 3 days before I have to move out. Luckily I made friends with that girl working at Shawarma&Shakes. She gives me the leftover food that they throw away.
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I've gotten kicked out. At least I could sell the fridge and the rest of the stuff so I have enough money for maybe a couple weeks if I live frugally. I keep my head down covered by a hoodie and walk trying to find a place to stay. Clearly I'm going to have to live on the streets, but at least I need to find the least disgusting place possible. Every alley I look into is dank, filled with rotting trash and wet with who knows what. Finally I find an alley that looks like heaven. Could such a place actually exist. At the ends of the street there are boxes and tons of shredded recycling paper. It's warm, and while there's a trashcan it's downwind and not that close to the paper. I almost sprint into the alley. I need to make sure it's real and not a mirage or dream my mind has come up with, but it's real. I feel the pile of paper against my skin. It feels better than anything I can think of at the moment.

I guess the stress has really gotten to me cause my eyes are getting heavy and I quickly fall asleep.

A yell and a kick wakes me up. I clutch at the pain in my abdomen as I look up. A group of guys who look like they were born in the streets look back at me. "Oooh look here. What a soft baby face. He looks like he's new." The leader whistles and lewdly laughs. The other guys follow him and look at me with interest. I feel like I'm about to vomit. One of the guys jerks me to my feet and slaps my face hard. "Hey fresh meat. Just because you look like you're new around here, I'll be nice and tell you why you're going to die before we kill you. You just trespassed on our territory." He then points to some weird graffiti on the wall and says, "This is our sign and you don't seem to respect out authority."

I can tell that they know that I have no idea about any of this. They just want an excuse to play with me, but I still need to try and escape somehow. "I-I'm r-really s-sorry. I didn't know! I'll never do it again. I'll give you everything I have!" I plead and pull out all of my money.

The leader raises his eyebrows with interest. "Oh this bitch actually has something useful. What a surprise. Hey we should probably do a strip-search to see if he's hiding something else." I almost break down in fear, but the rest of the guys just lick their lips and stare at me with greed. Three of the guys hold me down and two of the others start to try and strip me, but I struggle. I wriggle hard and break free of their grasp. I still have some gymnastics training so I try to backflip in the opposite direction away from them. However no matter what I do I'm no match for these veterans so after running about fifty meters I get caught again. However this time they're not so happy with me. They seem to no longer hold any interest in stripping me. The first guy punches me in the gut, while the second slaps me hard across my face. My lip splits and I can taste blood. Someone else punches my face and I can feel my nose break.

After I look thoroughly fucked up the leader comes and caresses my face. "Do you think you can easily escape me? Am I that soft? Hmm?" There is an undercurrent of steel in his voice. He holds out his hand towards one of his guys, and then he shows me the knife in his hand. "I think I should teach you a permanent lesson about how soft I really am. What do you say?" I shake my head pleadingly and thrash against his arms, but his men hold me down like steel and I can see the knife come down towards my chest. When I feel the first cut my mind goes white with pain. When he finally finishes I lay crumpled on the ground barely conscious from the pain. The leader laughs and orders one of the guys to throw me out of their territory.

I soon find myself laying in that same dank, rotten alley that I had so disdained. If I had just come here first I could have saved myself so much pain. As my eyes grow heavy I wonder whether I will ever open my eyes again.