It'd been 3 weeks, everything was great. But as most things, something went wrong.
"Please don't call me that..." I pleaded, literally on my hands and knees. "Just don't..."
"W-what's wrong with it? I'm just calling you master, master."
I shuddered, "Stop calling me that!"
I don't know if it was my imagination or not, but I thought I saw him smirk for a split second. "I'm sorry, master."
"Please..." It felt like a punch to the stomach every time I heard it.
"Are you okay, master?"
I felt my limbs weakening.
"Should I not call you master, master?"
I fell flat on my face, I couldn't take it, being called master was too much. "I'm dying. I can't take this. Tell my family I love them."
"Master, you should get up, the floor is dirty." He lifted my face, as cute as he was, he could certainly be mean. "Let me go get you a glass of water, master!" As he turned to get me water, I heard plastic snap and glass shatter.
"What was that?!" I shouted jumping to my feet. The boy was on the floor quietly crying, he had stepped on my glasses and cut his foot pretty bad. I sighed, "You have to be careful, you can't just run around without looking where you're going. Come here." I lifted him and walked into the kitchen, and put him on the counter. I then walked to get a rag, some bandages, and, unfortunately, some alcohol.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to break you glasses." He said, wiping his eyes.
"I can get those replaced." I heard something drip onto the floor, his foot was bleeding pretty bad. "Did any glass get in your foot?"
"I don't think so."
I turned to him, holding the rag that I had put water on. "Let's just get it cleaned up, I'll check then."
After I had wiped all of the blood off of his foot, I saw that his cut wasn't too bad and his foot didn't have any glass in it. "Now for the worse part." I grabbed the alcohol, "This is gonna hurt."
"I-It is?"
I nodded, "Don't worry though, it won't hurt for long." I slowly put the alcohol on his foot, causing him to jump and pull his foot up.
"That hurt really bad!" He shouted, blowing on his foot. "You lied to me, it still hurts..."
"I'm sorry, I had to say that so you'd let me put it on your foot. But it'll stop soon." I said while gently grabbing his foot, wrapping bandages around it. "There, all done. Now let me go sweep up that glass," I sighed, "It's gonna be a pain..."
Suddenly, the boy hugged me. "Thank you..."
I smiled, "It's no big deal, I just didn't want your foot to get any worse."
"No, not for that..."
"Hmm? Then what for?" I said, confused.
"For letting me stay here. I wouldn't be able to make it on my own, so I thought I should thank you."
I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded. "I'm sure anyone would have done it." While I knew it wasn't true, I didn't want it to seem like I was doing a huge service for him.
I checked the time, it was already 1 am. "Oh, it's a little late, we should get some rest. I have someone coming over tomorrow."
He nodded, but then said something I wasn't expecting. "Can I sleep in your bed tonight?"
"Excuse me?"
"You don't have to, I was just wondering, since your bed looks so comfortable..."
I laughed, "Alright, you can sleep with me."
"Really?!" He smiled, "oh, uhm... Can you carry me? My foot still hurts." He mumbled as he wiggled his foot.
I chuckled and picked him up. "Alright, to the bedroom we go."
Caring for this boy will be difficult, but I'll accept that, as long as I get to see that smile every day.
That gorgeous smile.
(A/N: I'M SORRY BUT VEN IS SUPER CREEPY AND I DON'T KNOW WHY!)
