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mindcracklove2016-05-14 09:03 pm
ruddiestbubbles) wrote in mindcracklove2016-05-14 09:03 pm
I'd Do Anything For You Chpt. 2
Sometimes you have to betray everything to protect someone.
The next day Kurt woke up to a rainy looking day. He got up and put on his nicest clothes and went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. He found the bread he'd set aside and sat it on the table at the spot across from him. A while later Adlington sat at the table across from him.
"Where'd you get the bread?" Adlington instantly questioned.
"Don't worry about it bud, just enjoy it."
"What about you?"
"Don't worry about me."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"Alright."
"I have to head out to look for a job, don't get into any trouble while I'm gone, okay?"
"I won't."
Kurt gives Adlington a sad smile before heading out of the house.
~
After another long day of job searching, Kurt headed home disappointed and upset. He would never be able to find a job, no matter how hard he tried, it just wasn't working. He kicked off his shoes and walked into the living room with his head down, though it was quickly shooting up as he heard a sob from Adlington's room. He ran to the room and was instantly hugging his son, who was bawling.
"What's wrong? What happened?" He questioned quickly.
"It-it was horrible Papa!" Adlington sobbed.
"What happened Ads?" He questioned gently, trying to shove his worry aside, though it was hard.
"I-I had made twenty gold from more errands and-and a group of boys stole it from me and beat me up!"
Kurt moved away from his son, seeing the black eye, the bruises, and the cuts. "Who are they?" He asked angrily.
"Papa, don't-don't do anything stupid, please." Adlington begged around sobs. He may be hurt and upset, but he wasn't gonna let his dad do anything stupid.
"I won't." Kurt says with a sigh. "Are you okay? Let me get you some ice and a bandaid."
"I-I'm okay Papa..."
Kurt grabbed a small bag of ice and some gauze before heading back to Adlington. He gently applied the gauze and gave him the ice which he had wrapped in a towel.
"Did you have any luck today?" Adlington asked as he held the ice to his eye.
Kurt shook his head sadly. "No."
"Does this mean no dinner?"
"Yeah, and I'm sorry Ads, I'm so sorry."
"It's fine Papa, we'll be ok."
"No, its not fine Ads, you're only eight, you shouldn't have to worry about having food to eat everyday, or having to work to make money. I'm just a big failure."
"You're not a failure Papa, you've done everything in your power to raise me the best you can."
Kurt just sighs and fakes a smile. "You just go to bed, okay? I'm gonna go out for a walk."
"Alright, goodnight Papa."
"Goodnight Ads." Kurt says and ruffles Adlington's messy blonde hair.
He leaves the room and pulls on his shoes and coat. The spring night was far too chilly, but that didn't bother him too much, not anymore at least. He was hopeless, he realized as he walked through the small town. He was a failure. He didn't just fail Adlington, but he failed MK. He couldn't keep his promise, no matter how much he wanted to. There were simply just no job openings right now, and it had been almost a year since he'd had a job, almost a year since he'd actually had a proper meal. He'd given almost all of his food to Adlington without him knowing, just to make sure his son was as healthy and as well fed as possible.
"Hey, you." Came a voice, catching Kurt's attention.
Kurt glanced to where the voice had been, and saw a man leaning against a wall.
"Do you wanna earn some gold?" The man said, really catching his attention.
"What do I have to do?" Kurt questioned, not caring to know who the man was, or how much gold was in question.
"Come here." The man beckoned him.
Kurt obliged and approached the man.
"I will give you twenty gold if you give me a blow job."
Kurt blinked a few times, surprised, not only by the amount of gold, but the job. "I'm willing to do it for the gold." He spoke nervously.
He knew it was wrong, he knew he shouldn't do it, but if it meant feeding his son, then he was willing to do anything.
A sly smile grew on the mans face, the same smile reached his icy blue eyes. "Great." He purred and pulled Kurt down a dark alleyway.
~
"I'll see you next time, and maybe there will be more gold involved." The man purred mischievously.
Kurt just nodded and walked away, his heart aching, for he felt he did something so horribly wrong, that he'd betrayed everything he's ever valued. But now he could feed Adlington, give him an actual meal. He gulped and walked to the nearest store and bought some pastries and some milk with the money he had. He had a few extra gold pieces, which he decided to set aside for rent, if he could ever get enough to actually pay it.
He quietly peeked into Adlington's room, seeing him fast asleep on top of the blankets. He carefully picked up his small son and moved the blankets so Adlington would be more comfortable. He felt absolutely terrible at Adlington's physical state. He was skin and bones, barely weighing fifty pounds. He was like this because Kurt couldn't afford to feed him more than one meal a day, and that wasn't even enough. Kurt tucked him in and kissed his head before leaving the room quietly. He still felt what he had done was wrong, but he'd do anything for his son.
~
He sat at the table in the morning, a glass of water in front of him, like always, when Aldington sat across from him, giving him a questioning look.
"I have a surprise for you." Kurt says, standing up and grabbing the pastries and the small thing of milk.
"How did you afford that?" Adlington asked, looking surprised.
"Last night I helped someone out and they gave me some money for it." Kurt explained as he gave Adlington a pastry and the milk.
Kurt sat and ate his pastry quietly, watching his son enjoying the first real meal they've had in a long time.
"Do you think you'll find a job, Papa?" Adlington questions around a mouthful of food.
"Hopefully, I'm not gonna quit trying till I do." Kurt answers, trying to shove the memories of the previous night aside. "But I don't want you to continue with these little jobs, they put you in too much danger."
"But I just want to help."
"I know Ads, but I just can't let you get hurt again."
Adlington sighs and looks down at the table.
"I know you want to help Ads, but it's my job to protect you from getting hurt, and I can't fail at that again."
"You didn't fail... I did... I didn't fight back, I just let it happen because I couldn't bring myself to hurt anyone."
Kurt sighed deeply. "Fine, you can continue, but you have to promise me you'll be more careful."
"I promise I will!"
"I'm gonna head out again today to look for a job, please be careful."
"I will be Papa, good luck."
"Thanks bud." Kurt says as he leaves the house once again.
The next day Kurt woke up to a rainy looking day. He got up and put on his nicest clothes and went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. He found the bread he'd set aside and sat it on the table at the spot across from him. A while later Adlington sat at the table across from him.
"Where'd you get the bread?" Adlington instantly questioned.
"Don't worry about it bud, just enjoy it."
"What about you?"
"Don't worry about me."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"Alright."
"I have to head out to look for a job, don't get into any trouble while I'm gone, okay?"
"I won't."
Kurt gives Adlington a sad smile before heading out of the house.
~
After another long day of job searching, Kurt headed home disappointed and upset. He would never be able to find a job, no matter how hard he tried, it just wasn't working. He kicked off his shoes and walked into the living room with his head down, though it was quickly shooting up as he heard a sob from Adlington's room. He ran to the room and was instantly hugging his son, who was bawling.
"What's wrong? What happened?" He questioned quickly.
"It-it was horrible Papa!" Adlington sobbed.
"What happened Ads?" He questioned gently, trying to shove his worry aside, though it was hard.
"I-I had made twenty gold from more errands and-and a group of boys stole it from me and beat me up!"
Kurt moved away from his son, seeing the black eye, the bruises, and the cuts. "Who are they?" He asked angrily.
"Papa, don't-don't do anything stupid, please." Adlington begged around sobs. He may be hurt and upset, but he wasn't gonna let his dad do anything stupid.
"I won't." Kurt says with a sigh. "Are you okay? Let me get you some ice and a bandaid."
"I-I'm okay Papa..."
Kurt grabbed a small bag of ice and some gauze before heading back to Adlington. He gently applied the gauze and gave him the ice which he had wrapped in a towel.
"Did you have any luck today?" Adlington asked as he held the ice to his eye.
Kurt shook his head sadly. "No."
"Does this mean no dinner?"
"Yeah, and I'm sorry Ads, I'm so sorry."
"It's fine Papa, we'll be ok."
"No, its not fine Ads, you're only eight, you shouldn't have to worry about having food to eat everyday, or having to work to make money. I'm just a big failure."
"You're not a failure Papa, you've done everything in your power to raise me the best you can."
Kurt just sighs and fakes a smile. "You just go to bed, okay? I'm gonna go out for a walk."
"Alright, goodnight Papa."
"Goodnight Ads." Kurt says and ruffles Adlington's messy blonde hair.
He leaves the room and pulls on his shoes and coat. The spring night was far too chilly, but that didn't bother him too much, not anymore at least. He was hopeless, he realized as he walked through the small town. He was a failure. He didn't just fail Adlington, but he failed MK. He couldn't keep his promise, no matter how much he wanted to. There were simply just no job openings right now, and it had been almost a year since he'd had a job, almost a year since he'd actually had a proper meal. He'd given almost all of his food to Adlington without him knowing, just to make sure his son was as healthy and as well fed as possible.
"Hey, you." Came a voice, catching Kurt's attention.
Kurt glanced to where the voice had been, and saw a man leaning against a wall.
"Do you wanna earn some gold?" The man said, really catching his attention.
"What do I have to do?" Kurt questioned, not caring to know who the man was, or how much gold was in question.
"Come here." The man beckoned him.
Kurt obliged and approached the man.
"I will give you twenty gold if you give me a blow job."
Kurt blinked a few times, surprised, not only by the amount of gold, but the job. "I'm willing to do it for the gold." He spoke nervously.
He knew it was wrong, he knew he shouldn't do it, but if it meant feeding his son, then he was willing to do anything.
A sly smile grew on the mans face, the same smile reached his icy blue eyes. "Great." He purred and pulled Kurt down a dark alleyway.
~
"I'll see you next time, and maybe there will be more gold involved." The man purred mischievously.
Kurt just nodded and walked away, his heart aching, for he felt he did something so horribly wrong, that he'd betrayed everything he's ever valued. But now he could feed Adlington, give him an actual meal. He gulped and walked to the nearest store and bought some pastries and some milk with the money he had. He had a few extra gold pieces, which he decided to set aside for rent, if he could ever get enough to actually pay it.
He quietly peeked into Adlington's room, seeing him fast asleep on top of the blankets. He carefully picked up his small son and moved the blankets so Adlington would be more comfortable. He felt absolutely terrible at Adlington's physical state. He was skin and bones, barely weighing fifty pounds. He was like this because Kurt couldn't afford to feed him more than one meal a day, and that wasn't even enough. Kurt tucked him in and kissed his head before leaving the room quietly. He still felt what he had done was wrong, but he'd do anything for his son.
~
He sat at the table in the morning, a glass of water in front of him, like always, when Aldington sat across from him, giving him a questioning look.
"I have a surprise for you." Kurt says, standing up and grabbing the pastries and the small thing of milk.
"How did you afford that?" Adlington asked, looking surprised.
"Last night I helped someone out and they gave me some money for it." Kurt explained as he gave Adlington a pastry and the milk.
Kurt sat and ate his pastry quietly, watching his son enjoying the first real meal they've had in a long time.
"Do you think you'll find a job, Papa?" Adlington questions around a mouthful of food.
"Hopefully, I'm not gonna quit trying till I do." Kurt answers, trying to shove the memories of the previous night aside. "But I don't want you to continue with these little jobs, they put you in too much danger."
"But I just want to help."
"I know Ads, but I just can't let you get hurt again."
Adlington sighs and looks down at the table.
"I know you want to help Ads, but it's my job to protect you from getting hurt, and I can't fail at that again."
"You didn't fail... I did... I didn't fight back, I just let it happen because I couldn't bring myself to hurt anyone."
Kurt sighed deeply. "Fine, you can continue, but you have to promise me you'll be more careful."
"I promise I will!"
"I'm gonna head out again today to look for a job, please be careful."
"I will be Papa, good luck."
"Thanks bud." Kurt says as he leaves the house once again.