A thief in the night

A peek into there past

As he woke Miguel could hardly believe what happened last night, hell what was happening right now. All he knew was he had slept in a bed last night and now he woke to a warm house. The pursuit of that would allow him to endure anything that wasn't to say he did enjoy himself last night.

Miguel sat up on the side of the bed seeing he was alone.
He looked at the floor and almost smirked thinking about what he had done on that floor last night.

As he stood up and began to walk he questioned himself.

He opened the door and stepped down the corridor, still in nothing but a t-shirt.

Why am I so calm? Why am I not panicking?

His thought was interrupted as he crept down the steps.

James sat at the dining room table, drinking his coffee book in hand.  Without looking up he called to the boy. "Come," he said showing his trademark simplicity.

(Miguel walk to the table and stood in front of James.)

"Sit," James says as he uses his mug to point to the chair opposite to him.

The large man then stood up retrieving a plate containing eggs, bacon, and French toast along with a glass of orange juice.

(He sat the plate before the boy)

Miguel's eyes got big, usually, the only breakfast he had was from the shelter and those were nothing compared to this.

He ate like an animal which pleased James, as he likened him to a dog.

As the boy ate James spoke out, " As I said last night this is now your home. That being said I am its owner and I am your owner. Furthermore, there are things you must know and rules you must follow."

Miguel listened intently surprised at James' newfound tone. It was still deep and strong but now it took on a kind of caring and dutiful edge. It's was more casual and seemed to put Miguel at ease.

James continued "since we will be living together I do believe we should equant ourselves with each other, My name is James Cline, I was born in Mississippi but I moved here to New York when I was young so I've all but lost my accent. What I have not lost is my southern civility, I aspect you to learn such. I am currently 24 and I work as a curator for a company that produces art and literature."

A now comfortable Miguel food still in his mouth than not satisfied asked " anything else"

James lifted an eyebrow, " what would you like to know?"

Miguel replied " what's your favorite color, favorite food, hobbies"

James playfully rolled his eyes face softening, " such juvenile question though if you ask... My favorite color is purple, I don't have a favorite food though I am inclined to a well-prepared piece of cow.
And my hobbies well you just have to wait and see.
Now tell me about you, Miguel.

Miguel's eyes got dark but he smiled. He remembered all the pain he went through but it was overshadowed by James saying his name. It had been a while since Miguel heard his name spoken like that. With care.

He then calmed his mind and spoke, " my parents were immigrants from Mexico, they moved here to escape the famine and poverty that was forced on them by the local government. After they got here they had me. My mother was a seamstress and my father a mechanic. We live a humble but happy life.

"What happened to them?" asked James
Well, my father died from a heart attack when I was 10 and 2 years later my mother died in a car accident. I was in the system until I was 16 then I hopped a bus to New York and have lived on the streets ever since.  Doing whatever I needed to survive. Last night I tried robbery and you know the rest.

"Miguel's head hung in shame and sorrow and tears welled in his eyes"

James stayed silent for a moment then looked up. " come he said gesturing for Miguel to come near him.

Miguel stood up and stood in front of him
Tears nearly forming.

James patted his lap and extended his arms.

Miguel melted right there in his strong arms.

Though his face was still as stern as ever James' actions meant a lot to Miguel.

James embraced the young boy and they just sat there for a moment. Just existing together.

James broke the silence, "Now, I believe it's time for us to start our agenda"

Miguel stood up and gave James a curious look.

Your clothing is in the dryer said James pointing in the direction of a small room to the right of the kitchen. "Fetch it and meet me upstairs"

This was kinda filler but that's alright next chapter will be interesting. Also I'll try to be more diligent with my writing. But I am experience starved ( because of covid precations) and it's giving me writers block.