::Chains::
A/N: Aight this is my first story, jus' so I have one up here, though writin ain't really my thing.
Beat was used to the chains in his life.
They were on his clothes, technically he guessed, but they were also a big part of his life. He could walk down the street and see a chained dog, and he felt like that dog. The chains symbolized many different things, and he was usually in such a sour mood because he thought of the bad stuff. He liked to imagine what Rhyme would say to his...what was the word...negative comments.
The chains symbolized how he could never be free, how he was always under someone's lock and key. He could only go so far into the world before the chains yanked him back, held him still, they were just flat out bad, yo!
The chains symbolized how he always had a connection to the things in life that mattered. His friends, his family, his home. He had good memories there with the bad, and he just had to take them in stride.
The chains also meant that he was tethered to the spot, forever. He wanted to break each chain, hear the bell like peal as they snapped, silver links falling to the ground and the dog could bound away.
The dog can run, but he needs to remember to come back at some point. That dog has a home.
Why would he want to go back? There ain't nothing there, man.
Except the people who fed him and protected him and only meant the best. That dog also has a little sister that will follow him no matter what.
The sister better not follow him! The sister is a trained dog with enough skills to win any dog show, the sister needs to stay home.
Being considered the best is nothing unless her big brother is there.
That's when the dog realized something, and he was very surprised. The tether, the chain, the leash, had suddenly been unhooked. Coming with him, chain in hand, was the person the dog felt the most attached to. That person fully intended to let the dog lead, and that person would follow instead of the other way around. The dog could take with him what mattered most without being tied to the spot.
About time you realized that.
Beat paused, watching the dog walking down the street with his owner, who was smiling at her darling little dog. Beat hadn't even been aware he had this sort of heavy metaphor crap in him, and he was impressed with himself, grinning foolishly.
Rhyme stepped off the porch of their home, frowning at him.
"I was worried you weren't coming back this time." She admitted. Beat rubbed her hair, walking inside.
"I'll always be back, what I care bout most is here."
A/N: Okay then, there it was, jus' a short drabble that I'm aware ain't that good.
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