Mi Amore Pup~~~

Saved a life, then I'll help

Chase's POV: Everyday was the same old thing for me. Get bullied while trying to get by through out the day. Yep, bullied all day, but never at night. My papa, Maser, makes sure I'm okay. He was the only black wolf in town. I loved him ever since the day he took me in.

-----------Flashback--------------

"D-daddy," I said weakly, tugging at daddy's shirt.

"Not now Chase," he barked. "Can't you see I'm busy!"

I whimpered and sniffed. "B-but daddy, I need to tell you something-"

"NOT NOW!!!!" he shouted, making my ears ring.

I whimpered and ran straight to mom, who was currently making supper. "Mommy!!" I cried, hugging her.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" she asked.

"D-daddy shouted when I tried to tell him something," I whimpered.

"Was he one the phone?" She asked, which I shook my head. "At his desk" I nodded. "Paperwork?" I shrugged, knowing I wasn't tall enough to see. "Did he have anything going on?"

"I-I heard voices, but I thought daddy was making them. A gruff male, daddy, female, a newbie, and a loud baa," I said.

"JAXON TRINGLE STONE!!! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!!!!!!" mommy shouted, making me whimper. "I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to. Go clean up, supper is almost ready."

I nodded and went into the bathroom. I washed my face and hands. I got cleaned up and heard an argument going on in the kitchen. One thing I hate more then ever, was loud noises. I was not a every happy boy when it comes to them. Once I came in the dining room, I saw daddy holding his cheek, which was dripping some blood. "DADDY!!" I cried running up to him. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," he said, groaning.

I pulled his hand away, pulled a bandaid out and put it on his cheek, kissing it like how mommy kisses boo-boos away. "All betterw?"

"Yes, it is," Daddy said, making me happy. "It's supper time now."

"Okay!"

When we were all at the table and almost finished with our food, I was already done, daddy looked at me and asked a question. "What was so important you wanted to tell me?"

Mommy and big brother looked at me as I shifted my paws around. I knew I would get it sooner or later. "I-I was dared to kiss a boy who was from 3rd grade, but I didn't do it, but the 3rd grader kissed me," I said in a slow, shy maner.

"Are you saying that you like boys?" my mom asked, feeling mad about it.

"Hunny, he said the 3rd grader kissed HIM, not the other way around," Daddy said. "I'm sure he would've been mad about it."

"Y-yeah, but it felt weird on the inside," I said, before mom jumped up.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU FILTHY FAGGOT!!!!!!!!!!!"

I whimpered, ran over to the door, grabbed my stuff, and ran outside and far away from the house. I knew one of them would react. I was told stories about kids coming out gay, bi, or anything that they think is not straight, getting kicked out of their homes, getting put up for adoption, or pain killed. I'm lucky to get kicked out of the house. I ran and ran and ran, before tripping on something and landing on the ground. "Ouchie, that hurt," I said.

"Hello cutie~~"  I heard behind me.

I looked and saw a drunk Doberman. "G-get away!!" I shouted, scrambling to my feet and running quickly away from him.