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After Sonny had left, I pulled myself into a sitting position and brought a hand to the side of my head. I winced away when I felt a gash there, and looked down at my hand, now covered in blood.

It seemed to me that the only reason Sonny had saved me was because he liked to fight, not because he actually cared about me. No, definitely not. He didn't care. He'd made that obvious from the way he'd treated me the past week. I tried to pull myself to my feet in order to make my way home, but my leg was twisted at an odd angle, and I felt sick.

I hurt all over. Part of me wished Sonny was still here.

After I rested for awhile, I pulled myself to my feet and limped home. It was a struggle to make it upstairs into my room, and when I finally did, I fell onto my bed and shut my eyes tight.

My clothes and skin were stained with blood, and I felt like I'd been run over with a steam roller, but I wasn't going to start complaining to my Uncle Eric when he got home.

Eric worked constantly to pay the bills for us since my parents had died six and a half months ago. My dad was killed in an armed robbery, and shortly after his death, my mom committed suicide. Eric is my mother's brother in she left him as my guardian, and he was doing all he could to raise me and get me through school. I appreciated what he was doing for me, and sometimes we got along, but for the most part, I was just invisible to him.

He never really spoke much to me about anything. He just worked, came home, ate dinner, and went to bed. On the weekends, he left to hang out with friends and go to parties, so I never spent time with him then either.

But like I said, with all that aside, I do appreciate what he's doing for me. I felt myself falling asleep, and didn't try and hold back; I needed to sleep.

I woke up to Eric standing over me, his arms crossed. "Will."

He seemed upset, and I wondered why, until I remembered the blood and the bruises covering my body.

"What happened?"

I pulled myself into a sitting position and pain shot through my body. "It was just a fight, I'm fine.."

"Who did this to you?" He asked.

"Some... some people I ran into in town. It's nothing, I'm fine. I fought them off." I lied. Eric was really gullible, or at least acted it. I could tell by the look on his face he didn't believe me this time, but I just smiled convincingly.

He sighed and stood up. "I just came to make sure you made it home. I'm going out for the weekend. I'll be home Sunday. Don't get into any trouble or anything." He scratched the back of his head calmly. "I'll see you then kiddo." He walked out of the room, and stopped in the doorway. "Oh, and Will.. check the garage when you get up.

I've got a surprise for you." I could see the slightest hint of a smile on his face before he shut the door behind him.

After I'd woken up a little bit, I pulled some clothes out of my dresser and went to get a shower. I turned on my radio and put in an a CD, leaving the bathroom door open so I could hear the music.

I felt a lot better after I'd washed all the blood away, but I still felt extremely sore from the beating I'd taken. After I'd turned my radio off, I was about to walk downstairs and make myself some dinner when I remembered Eric's words.

"Check the garage. I have a surprise for you."

I sighed and stepped out into the garage, flipping on the light switch when I walked out. I heard a small mew, and looked down to see a cat carrier.

A note sat on top, but I ignored it, for the time being. I frowned, and knelt down in front of it. A small, long haired calico kitten stared back at me with bright brown eyes just like Sonny. I couldn't help but smile a little.

I opened the cat carrier door, and picked the kitten up. She purred and cuddled into my arms, and I laughed quietly, before walking inside.

I wondered if she'd been fed, and picked up the note to see if Eric had told me anything helpful.

"Will,

I found the cat on the side of the road, and didn't know who it belonged to. I guessed you'd want it. I know you said you wanted a cat awhile back, but I didn't know if you still did or not. Anyway, she's yours. There's cat food and stuff in the bag beside the carrier, and some toys too."

I read the note over several times, and then looked around for the bag. It was a small, plastic grocery bag, full of several cans of cat food and a few toys for the kitten.

I stood up, the kitten in one hand and the bag in the other, and walked into the kitchen. "So you're a stray huh?" I murmured to the kitten.

Her only reply was a soft meow, and I kept talking to her quietly.

She meowed again when I set her on the counter before pulling out a bowl and some milk. I poured some milk into the bowl and set it in front of her.

While she drank, I realized just how skinny she was. She looked about two and a half months old, and she was half starved. I wondered to myself how long the poor kitten had been wandering the streets, and silently thanked Eric for bringing her home instead of leaving her there.

After she finished her milk, she yawned and curled up on the counter, and I picked her up and tossed the bowl into the sink. I carried her to the couch, and sat down, scratching her behind the ears, and turned on the television. It was late, around ten o'clock. The kitten sat curled up in my lap. She was asleep, purring quietly, and after awhile, I pulled a blanket over me and laid down across the couch. It wasn't long before I was asleep too.

Next Update: Nov/12

I decided to give Will a cat because I thought it would be sweet and I have one I think it shows that Will is just a loving person. Thanks for reading