One piece of thought you were thankful for holding under Derek's sly ass tongue was never telling him your apartment address or house phone number. You only told him your cell which was a pay by card phone given to you by your aunt. This was what led you to realizing that your home was the best option to go to. What you would do there with this boy was up to him and you.
You knew the best course of action in the alleyway, they'd obviously take the alley roads. The main road was the easiest to follow. They were more at risk if police saw them and you pass. You came out the parking end onto the sidewalk, the boy hadn't squirmed or struggled. He seemed both scared and overjoyed. But the strain of keeping consciousness after his obvious and recent beatings was unbearable for him and he blacked out in your arms as you fled
The main road was mostly clear. You were talked to once by an older man passing by. You simply told him in as happy a voice you could, "haha, he had one too many!"
The man had the audacity to say back to you, "are you sure you didn't have some yourself?" before walking around you.
When you got to your apartment’s lower door to ring the buzzer for your house and speak through the voice box. You'd managed to teach your dog how to press the electric lock after acknowledging your voice. You knew it was a bit odd of all the preparation you've done throughout your life. Never trusting of anyone truly with all the hate and pain in the world. Eventually it led you to a cold and hard demeanor; well aware that you hated people who caused that pain but knowing that you can't just ignore people. At one point you wanted to rid the world of that evil by becoming an officer of the law. But corruption prevented you from doing so. There was the good and the bad, and you wouldn't let the boy in your arms be tainted by the latter.
As you walked inside your dog, Marle, greeted you with his silent stare. Being a shiba he barely barked when he was little. Now he didn’t bark at all unless there was danger. “Good boy Marle,” you said down to him as you nudged your door closed. He stared up to the small boy in your arms. “Listen, we have a ‘guest’ and he’s ‘injured’.” The two words you spoke out with more meaning then the rest alerted Marle to the situation. He briskly walked into the kitchen at the back of your apartment.
You lay the boy down onto your couch and placed the blanket at it’s edge under him as you tilted him up to do so. Marle brought back a case for first aid. “Sorry about this,” you quietly said before taking off his clothes, what little there were. You left his underwear, a thin black thong to be exact, on. His humility and needs came first.
You carefully examined him. His latest beating must have been tremendously brutal. His right arm was bent nearly out of its socket and his right leg was sprained. The were bruises everywhere. But the worst thing you found of all was on the right side of the lower part of his back. Etched in burned white fur was the letter ‘H’. “…Harrison…” you cursed out the bastards name like a demon’s summoning rite. Harrison is the owner of ‘Crystal Spike’ as well as several of its branches. Never found at any of them as he’s usually out poaching and kidnapping in third world countries where the law can’t fight back.
That’s when it occurred to you, that burned in brand… This boy was not just one of the new anthros that was kidnapped. He was the newest one for Harrison himself… This boy was to be Harrison’s personal toy when he returned from his next venture into finding his prostitutes.
You clenched the bandages you had clean the boy with and grit your teeth and a dark frown that developed into a grim smile. “So…I went and caught the young toy of Mr. Harrison himself…hah…hahaha.” You bent back smiling. “Okay then Mr. Harrison, I know you and your men will want this one back. He’s the greatest proof in the world against you. But I’ll prove that he and all the others you’ve made a bricked Hell for…are more than you can dream of…”
You looked back down to him and saw his face. His sleeping face, as innocent as a new blossom in a cold Winter. You would not let that face wilt in the coming snow. And as you watched him his face trembled and his eyes slowly opened. Those big blue eyes…they held his gaze directly into your heart.
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