Day 3: Part 2
I looked at Alex and spoke, “Alex, why are you doing all this? You don't even know me yet you care for me like I actually matter, when I'm just a piece of shit picked off the street."
He had a sort of blank face as he put on clean shirt, that fitted me perfectly. Then a smile arose on his vibrant face. "Perfect fit," he said with a thumbs up.
"And love, your not shit to me, okay? You're human just like the rest of us are and you should be treated with care and love, even if you don't think so. I know we did indeed just meet, but you're in need of attention. As I've read, love heals all wounds. You have wounds that need to be healed, and my job is to heal them."
He smiled and gave me a wink. His words made me blush a bit and feel different. First off, he's making me blush, which never has happened before and .. I noticed, He has a good heart and I wish I did too. But hey.. Shit happens.
"I guess... But I don't know what this so called 'love' is so I doubt the thing will do anything. I'm just waiting to die. Slowly but surely it'll happen, and I'm ready."
Before I know it he takes a hold of my chin and tilts it up to him, looking at me angry. Angry for him seemed quite impossible.
"Don't say that! I will not let it happen dammit. Don't fucking play with death. If you know what good things can happen in life, you should know by now, it's worth living. And I will show you what love is. What I am doing to care for you is based off of love! So you do know what it is, now shush God dammit," he said with a sigh and softly rubbed my cheek, letting go.
I turned my head away. "No one wants me. What do you want me to expect? This life is a bitch. But I'm sorry.. Don't ruin your cheery mood over my dumbass. I'll leave," I said slowly forcing my hurting self to try and get up.
He pulled me into a hug and I froze, not knowing what this was.
"Shh..." he whispered, softly stroking my hair and rubbing my back gently. "I can tell you've been through a lot, I know. But that doesn't mean you hold onto the past. Let go a bit and accept some things, like now."
He let go and looked at me, as I stay frozen in place. "How about you stay with me? I live by myself, so you don't have to worry about anyone bothering you here. Plus, we both know you need this. If not, at least just stay till your all healed up. How about it? I just want to help you," he said with a warm smile.
I looked at him and around the room I was in. This would be nice to be in an actual home. But I don't want to be a bother.. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to have a person to be around.... Looking up at him, then away I finally spoke.
"I guess it wouldn't be such a bad idea... But I'm not trying to invade your life and as you know I don't know anything. I might be a bother.."
He softly hit me upside the head and laughed. "Oh lord, you're funny. You never have been a bother silly. You're welcome in my home."
I growled and rubbed my head and in the movement, pain surged through my body as I yelled out.
"Aghhhh!! My back hurts.." I cried out, falling over onto the bed.
One bad movement makes this shit happen?!.. Shit I fucked up... Oh how I wish the pain would stop. Alex acted quick getting some sort of medication cream and lifted the back of my shirt up and carefully but quickly added it to my wounds. The application hurt like a mother fucker but it helped a bit. In the serge of the pain, I felt something really soft, with some sort of cold metal and I turned my head in pain to see for myself. In my view Alex was kissing around near each shot wound. What the fuck?
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The Wanderer
Teen FictionA boy who is left on the street from birth struggles to live, wanders the earth endlessly in hope to find some meaning to his shitty life. Unexpectedly a caring and lovable boy takes him in and cares for him as his own. With so much pain taking over...
