New Year's Day (AU Andley and Mafia Content)
Chapter 2
Same day, 6 months ago. 9:35 p.m.
The night was cold and you could clearly see the stars up in the dark blue sky. Another 20 minutes of walk to arrive in ‘home’. In fact, in an ironic way, ‘home’ was what Ashley called a little place near a trash can in the back side of a flat. He was walking slowly, after all he had nothing to hurry about. When the day ended, it was time again for Rage to turn to the old, broken Ashley.
He could watch the cars passing on the road. All those people inside their cars, warm and comfortable, while he had to sleep in marble and maybe eat once in two days. Life was unfair sometimes right? A memory flashed on his mind. The gift that person, without even knowing him, made to him. The person could never understand how much, this “little thing” meant for Ashley. The cars kept passing on the road, and he finally arrived ‘home’.
“I’m home.” He mumbled to no one but himself, repeating the old used line that a long time ago was happy and energetic. That time when he had something that he could really call home. Not only in the first meaning, but the exactly sweet, warm home when someone was there waiting for him. Someone who cared.
He wrapped his arms around his knees wanting to protect himself from the ruthless cold wind who had no mercy for the weak. A sob was muffled by the thin, used and nearly destroyed blanket that was supposed to protect his body from the cold. He wiped the tears away and heard a car stop. He turned back at his sleeping, it was nothing about him right?
Wrong! He heard footsteps coming towards him. He cuddled tighter on the blanket, trying to convince himself that it had nothing to do with him. The footsteps came closer and closer until they were right before him. He pretended to be asleep. Maybe they would go away thinking that he was dead or something. Suddenly he heard the deep voice of the morning.
“Hey, wake up.” He pretended to keep being asleep.
“I know that you are awake. You can’t fool me.” The voice had a semi playful tone in it. What if Ashley had done anything wrong today? What if the person was here to kill him?
“Hey, I saw you come here, I know you can’t be asleep.” Then finally Ashley gave up and opened his eyes.
“So this home, huh?” Ashley looked at him with a confused look.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are and I got to get up early to go to job tomorrow.” Ashley said hoping the man would go away.
“You’re not going there again.”
“I’m sorry?” Now he was getting scared.
“I got something else for you.” The person said again, with a soft tone.
“I’d rather die than let someone fuck me for money. Now, if you would…” But he couldn’t finish his sentence
“Kid, I’m offering you a home, food, money, a shower, anything that you missed all this time. I’m giving back your old life, and so much more than that.”
“What do you know about my life?” Ashley said, with a harsh tone.
“I know enough, to trust you.”
“ But you can’t give all of this without anything back, right?”
“All that I want from you is loyalty.” The person said and held a hand towards Ashley. He got up, ready to follow him.
“Wait, how can I call you?” Said Ashley
“….Call me Andy.”
The night was cold and you could clearly see the stars up in the dark blue sky. Another 20 minutes of walk to arrive in ‘home’. In fact, in an ironic way, ‘home’ was what Ashley called a little place near a trash can in the back side of a flat. He was walking slowly, after all he had nothing to hurry about. When the day ended, it was time again for Rage to turn to the old, broken Ashley.
He could watch the cars passing on the road. All those people inside their cars, warm and comfortable, while he had to sleep in marble and maybe eat once in two days. Life was unfair sometimes right? A memory flashed on his mind. The gift that person, without even knowing him, made to him. The person could never understand how much, this “little thing” meant for Ashley. The cars kept passing on the road, and he finally arrived ‘home’.
“I’m home.” He mumbled to no one but himself, repeating the old used line that a long time ago was happy and energetic. That time when he had something that he could really call home. Not only in the first meaning, but the exactly sweet, warm home when someone was there waiting for him. Someone who cared.
He wrapped his arms around his knees wanting to protect himself from the ruthless cold wind who had no mercy for the weak. A sob was muffled by the thin, used and nearly destroyed blanket that was supposed to protect his body from the cold. He wiped the tears away and heard a car stop. He turned back at his sleeping, it was nothing about him right?
Wrong! He heard footsteps coming towards him. He cuddled tighter on the blanket, trying to convince himself that it had nothing to do with him. The footsteps came closer and closer until they were right before him. He pretended to be asleep. Maybe they would go away thinking that he was dead or something. Suddenly he heard the deep voice of the morning.
“Hey, wake up.” He pretended to keep being asleep.
“I know that you are awake. You can’t fool me.” The voice had a semi playful tone in it. What if Ashley had done anything wrong today? What if the person was here to kill him?
“Hey, I saw you come here, I know you can’t be asleep.” Then finally Ashley gave up and opened his eyes.
“So this home, huh?” Ashley looked at him with a confused look.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are and I got to get up early to go to job tomorrow.” Ashley said hoping the man would go away.
“You’re not going there again.”
“I’m sorry?” Now he was getting scared.
“I got something else for you.” The person said again, with a soft tone.
“I’d rather die than let someone fuck me for money. Now, if you would…” But he couldn’t finish his sentence
“Kid, I’m offering you a home, food, money, a shower, anything that you missed all this time. I’m giving back your old life, and so much more than that.”
“What do you know about my life?” Ashley said, with a harsh tone.
“I know enough, to trust you.”
“ But you can’t give all of this without anything back, right?”
“All that I want from you is loyalty.” The person said and held a hand towards Ashley. He got up, ready to follow him.
“Wait, how can I call you?” Said Ashley
“….Call me Andy.”
9/8/13