Roazin feels his phone buzz in his pocket. He reaches for it, but pauses when the man says his name. Emil. . .Emil. . . His mind raced to place the name and face with where he had heard it before. A magazine flashes through his mind, one he’d seen multiple times on Cheryl’s vanity. Today’s Top Fashion. Emil was the guy in the cover. A famous fashion designer.
He looks up at him again, “Sorry. . . I don’t need the job, Thanks for the offer though.” He steps back, sliding his phone from his pocket. He frowns slightly at the messages on the beat up screen. His father was always too drunk to operate a phone, but Cheryl was always quick. She was adding more things to her damn list and with the same time to be home.
He sighs softly, “Have a good day, sir. . .” He murmurs, turning away,
Emil frowns, watching the boy turn. “Is something bothering you? You seem troubled.” He watches as Teddy goes back to Emil’s side and then looks back up at Roazin. “If there’s anything I can do to help…I will.”
He seemed a bit worried at the distress on the boys face, but also curious. He wanted to know what this boy was doing.
Roa looks up, “I’m fine.“ He looks back to his phone, turning it off and putting it back into his pocket. He keeps walking, his eyes scanning the wares around him as he walked. He tugs on the hem of his shirt slightly, an anxious movement.
He didn’t know this man, and he didn’t want to know this man. He just wanted to complete the list and go home. Home, such an arbitrary word. It was more like shelter for him. But that word didn’t fit either. It was a place where he lays his head a night. Nothing more.
He sighs softly, stopping at another stall and buying some vegetables.
Emil discreetly follows, looking at stalls a few feet away, buying a few things and moving to another stall. He was still shopping…not really stalking. And if he were accused of such an act, he would simply say it was a coincidence. Because as far as Roa knew, it was.
Teddy would look back to Roa from time to time, wanting to go visit his new friend. But Emil wouldn’t allow him, telling him no.
Roa keeps shopping, piling things into his bag. He finishes his shopping and leaves the farmers market, deciding to walk home. He looks at the time and picks up his pace to a trot.
He had thirty minuets to get home and hand Cheryl the bags. If the bugs weren’t in her hand by the time the clock stopped ticking, then he was screwed. He bites his lip, walking faster.
Emil grins and gets into his car, letting Teddy get into the front seat as he follows Roa. He made sure not to be too obvious, and all his windows were tinted…so he should be fine. He wanted to know where this boy lived…and he was going to find out one way or another.
Once Roa stopped at his house, Emil pulls up at a home that was for sale and watches closely.
Roa eventually picks his pace up to a jog, turning around the corner and digging his hand into his pocket for his key. He pulls it out and slides it into the lock, turning it and pushing the door open. He stumbles forward into the foyer of the shitty house and sets the two bags on the counter, “Mom! I got your groceries!” He goes back to the front door, closing it and flipping the lock.
He looks up to see Cheryl walking into the kitchen and digging through the bags. “You didn’t get me a new lighter.” She mutters, dumping the food onto the counter.
Roa sighs, “I’m sorry, the farmers market didn’t have one and I’m out of money.”
“You know that means you’ll only get some bread and water before bed. We have to cut costs somewhere if we need more money, and I guess that means starting with you.” She smiles, looking at him.
Roa nods, “Yes, ma’am.” He murmurs, setting his bag down in it’s place and walking towards his room.
After a while, there was a knock at the door. When opened, Emil was standing there. He smiled warmly and nods. “Evening Ma’am.” He had his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed despite his fast heart. Of course he ignored it. This happened all the time anyways.
“I met your son at the market…and he seemed so intriguing. I was wondering what he’s doing here…” He looks around. “I could…take him off your hands…” He looks back at Cheryl and smiles at her. “It would definitely help with your finances. You do seem to be struggling…”
Cheryl opens the door, “Now who the hell is-“ She stops when her gaze lands on Emil and smiles.
“Oh, Mr. Weber. So nice to meet you. I’m a fan of your work.” She raises an eyebrow at his words, “Take him. . . Well, he’s a big help around the house. And he does do a decent job at getting the groceries.”
Roa pokes his head out of his room, “Sorry, I would have gotten the door but-“ He stops when his gaze lands on Emil and he scowls.
“What’s he doing here?”
“Why, he’s going to take you off our hands. For a price, of course.”
Roa blinks, his jaw dropping slightly. No. He was not going to be sold away because some guy wanted it and he parents didn’t want him. He was twenty for fucks sake!
Emil smiles at the woman kindly and nods. “Of course. I’ll pay a hearty sum. Don’t you worry.” He writes her a check and hands her the paper. Three thousand dollars.
“I hope this is enough. I can throw in a couple hundred more just in case.” He looks at the woman, waiting for her response.
“Monthly.” Cheryl crosses her arms. “If you take my son, you pay me monthly.”
Roa looks between the two, “What the hell! I’m right here! You’re not goin-“
“Be quiet.” Cheryl snaps at him, turning her glare to him. “I’ll do whatever I want.”
Roa scowls, his eyes glimmering with rage. He did not agree with this. He didn’t want it, but it wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go. If he didn’t, he would be kicked onto the streets and no one would give two fucks about it. Except hi. He couldn’t live on the streets.
He drops his gaze, crossing his arms over his chest and stays silent.
Emil nods. “As you wish.” He grins, shoving his hands back in his pockets. “I’ll pay two thousand dollars a month. How’s that?” He avoids looking at Roa, looking over the woman standing in his way. “Does he have any items to pack? I’ll be providing most things so he’s no need for clothes.”
Roa opens his mouth, but Cheryl beats him to it, “Tow thousand a month is wonderful.” She takes the check from the man’s hand and pushes her hand into Roa’s back, pushing him out of the house.
“No. You can take him now for all I care.” Roa blinks, turning and reaching out, but the door slams behind him. His jaw drops slightly, and his hand tightens into a fist. He looks back at Emil, glaring at him.
Emil looks down at him. “Now now…I did you a favor. You looked so worried in the market. And when I followed you here…I saw how trashy this place was. I can give you a much better life.” He smiles softly, a smug look on his face.
He promptly changed the subject like it was nothing. “You don’t have anything valuable to you do you? If so I can pay extra for you to retrieve it.” He acted like it was totally normal to just randomly buy someone. In his mind, he was doing this boy a favor. He should be thanked. “If you have nothing, we can go.”
Roa’s back stiffens and he glares at Emil. “A favor? You bugged into my life! You just. . . Bought me! That’s not normal!” He shoves past the man and walks down the drive way.
“I don’t want anything you can give me. At all. Just leave me alone.” Roa could feel his rage at this man’s actions and his stepmother’s behavior. He knew they didn’t like him, but he didn’t”t think they disliked him that much. To sell him without a thought.
He closes his eyes, feeling the burning sensation that always came before an ugly cry.
Emil sighs and slowly follows. “Roazin…I know you have nowhere else to go. And trust me when I say…you’ll life will be a lot better once you come with me. I helped you. You need to realize that. You can now have a better home with everything you could ever want. No stress…you don’t need to live terribly anymore.”
Roa scowls, “I’ll find somewhere else to go. Not like you can stop me.” He keeps walking, his hands in his pockets. He stares at the ground in front of him, watching his strides eat the sidewalk.
He wanted this man to leave him alone. He just wanted. . . He didn’t know what he wanted, except to be left alone. He would find somewhere else to go. Somewhere away from this man and his parents. He was a goddamn adult and he wouldn’t let other people tell him what to do anymore.
Emil simply follows the boy. “Do you have a job? Who knows how long it would take. I simply can’t just leave you.” He steps in front of Roa. “And…you belong to me now…” he whispers. “So…you’re coming with me…you’ll soon learn to love my spoils…” he grins deviously.
“Come now…before I have to make you.”
Roa grits his jaw, anger flashing in his golden eyes again as he stares up defiantly at Emil. “Yes, I do have a job, thanks you very much. And you can just leave me. Because that’s what I want from you. And nothing else.”
He moves to step around Emil, trying to stay calm a collected, even at the threat in the man’s words and tone. He could feel his back stiffen at the words, before I have to make you. . .
Emil simply follows him. “Are you sure? Come now…at least come with me until you find your own place. I insist.” He stands back in front of Roa. “Because the streets are a threat to such a beauty like you…I couldn’t deal with myself if I just let you sleep on a bench and freeze.” He gently but firmly takes Roa’s arm.
“Now come with me…because I promise you…police can’t stop me at this point.” He smiles softly.
Roa glares, “I wouldn’t be living on the streets. Leave me alone!” He tries to keep walking, but he feels the man’s hand on his arm. He sucks in a breath, flinching slightly. He freezes in place, his breath quickening with panic.
He stares at the ground, silent and shaking slightly. “Let me go. . .” He whispers, his voice cracking slightly on the words.
Emil’s grasp was still gentle. He didn’t wanna mark up this boy after all. That wasn’t his mission. He whispers in the boys ear. “I will not ask again…come with me. I am willing to take you myself. I own you now anyways.” He smirks.
“Come on. Follow willingly…or I will not hesitate to pick you up myself. And no one will be able to do anything.” He whispers softly, his voice sounding more of a hiss than anything. “It’s not like you’ll be a prisoner…more like…a welcome resident.” He smiles.
Roa whines, trying to pull away. His strict ‘no touching’ policy was because of the panic attacks touching caused. The only person he ever let touch him was his friend, Kay. But Kay had moved to California a few years ago for school and left Roa alone. Roa had no one to help him get used to being touched and he could feel the panic steadily rising within his chest.
He heard the man speaking, but not his words. Everything was going fuzzy and dull. The man’s words were muffled and Roa couldn’t breathe. He was going to pass out. He sucks in a sharps breath, trying to breathe. He couldn’t pass out, he just couldn’t.
Emil sighs and slowly guides Roa to the car, then lets go of him and opens the door. Teddy came right to the rescue. As if he’s done this a million times. He made Roa sit down and then laid down in the boys lap, licking his face to help ground him.
Teddy then leaned on Roa’s chest to help give a slight bit of pressure and licked his face again. He had done this so many times before for Emil, but from the man’s condition, everyone would think it was just to help his heart trouble.
Emil left the door open to give Roa some air, standing there and watching Teddy to his job. He knew not to interrupt. He understood the feeling of panic. And he recognized the look in Roa’s eyes…though he still didn’t fully sympathize.
Eh…he would deal with that guilt later.
Roa struggles to pull free from Emil, shaking his head. Then he’s sitting down and the panic lessens, then the dog is on him. Holy shot- No- get this damn thing off me- He squirts, pushing at the dog. It made him feel worse and this small space made him feel worse.
He needed to get away. He needed to run. Well, first he needed to breathe. And this dog on his chest was not helping at all. f anything, it was making it harder.
Teddy takes one look at Roa, then decides to sit next to him instead, feeling the boys panic worsen. Now, he’s curled up by the boys side with his chin on his knee. The poor dog looked worried for his new friend…and he had no idea of what was actually going on. Emil raised an eyebrow, then rolls the window down and closes the door, locking it. Was this kidnapping? I mean probably- but he did pay. So it should be just fine. Emil then got into the front and started the car, silent as he starts driving off.
He already knew Roa would most likely panic more as he was driving. But to be honest…he didn’t give two shits about it. The boy will learn to appreciate his new life.
Roa whines, panic in the sound as he feels the car move. Conscious of every tiny movement the car made. He felt trapped. He pushes his hand into the Dogs face, trying to get it away from him or get himself away from it. He didn’t want contact. He didn’t want to feel anything. He just wanted to breathe. But he couldn’t even seem to do that properly as he felt himself slowly loosing consciousness.
Teddy whines, worry settling into him. He moved away from Roa as he was pushed away, his tail tucking in between his legs.
Emil kept driving. And soon…he reached his mansion. One of many… he grins as he looks up at the wonder. It was huge. Beautiful architecture and detail lined the outer walls. It looked like a modern palace. The windows shown a warm glow and the lace lined silk curtains showed off just how classy the place was. There was a beautiful fountain in the middle of a looped road going from the driveway. Bright green bushes covered in different colored roses surround the area. Almost like a maze. The gates and fence to the grand palace had beautiful swirls and rose outlines. And on the gate had the letter W.
A man in a suit smiled as he opened the door for Emil. “I was just waiting for you to come back. My shift is over.”
Emil smiles and gets out, nodding. “I’ll be fine here. You go on. I have important business.” He didn’t even take one glance at Roa as he spoke to the man for a while. Then, he waved him off and walked over to Roa, opening the door. He looked at Roa and sighed softly, picking the boy up and carrying him inside. He brings the boy to a pretty plain looking room. The room looked perfect to customize. White and grey…
Emil then lays Roa down on the soft bed and covers him with a thin, soft blanket.
(I apologize for my bad description. I’m tired- ;-;)
(Dude, Roa’s passed out- He can’t do anything-)
(You said he was- sigh one sec-)
