His POV
I blinked.
"Uuuunngh."
I sat up and scanned the room. Boring and white. A hospital. I looked down
to check for injuries. I had a broken arm, lots of bruises and when I
felt my head, it was covered in bandages.
Not bad for falling, er, jumping off a building.
I looked at the chair that I had previously thought was covered in blankets. I was half-right. A head peeked out of the mountain of blankets. I had a theory: Maybe I had my memories replaced and this man was actually my secret lover.
I pulled back the blankets slowly and saw a badge. NYPD. Poor guy, bet
he isn't even being paid overtime.
I grabbed the garment bag on the chair next to him. Inside was a spare
uniform, fresh from the dry cleaners. I put on the pants and cuffed
them. With the shirt un-tucked and halfway unbuttoned. I looked
pretty good.
The cop was still sleeping. I walked out of the room, not too quietly. So
much for quality law-enforcement.
I wandered around the city for a while before I realized that I should
go home. I didn't have any money so I did what I had to do to a
tourist with an unzipped purse.
Nice wallet, it was leather. I could probably sell it for something later.
The subway ride home was pretty uneventful. But, it seems every single
passenger jostled my broken arm. I was pretty irritated by the time
my stop rolled around.
Even though the subway saved me a long walk, it was still another
half-an-hour from the stop until I got home. "Home" was a dingy
apartment building; too similar to the one I was at last night for my
taste.
I used my key to get into the building, and walked up the three flights to
my home sweet home. I let my self in. Within seconds the smell of
fermented beer and moldy Thai food hit my nose. The TV was on full
volume and the fat lump on the couch in front of it was snoring. At
least it was better than my "father" being awake.
Ever since mom-
never mind.
I walked into my room and the smell followed me. I was doodling idly
when I heard grunting.
Damn.
I had hoped he would choke on his drool. I counted down silently. Three, two,
"BOY!"
he bellowed from the living room. Right on time.
I pulled myself up and out of my room."What?"
I had never been the best at words.
Neither was he; his hand whipped out faster than I could see, and slapped me.
I cringed, this is what I had been hoping to avoid.
"Where were you last night?" he thundered.
I was about to come up with an excuse when his eyes bulged.
"I couldn't sleep." I lied feebly, trying to keep him from doing what he was about to do.
It didn't work. He raised his broken beer bottle and beat me into the
deep sleep I thought I had wanted.
Thanks to my super mega awesome foxy hot (Avpm ftw!) beta! You make my day
when you comment oh, so nicely. She didn't read my last thank you
because I put it on after she sent it back so, now: THANKS!
And thanks again to my few reviewers, whom (Is that right?) without, I would not be sitting here typing.