A New Home...or is it?

[TM-girl14]

Please take note that I may have some mistakes here. Sometimes when I type, I make mistakes that I do not notice until way later. Hope you like it!

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The rain...wasn't as soft as they said. They lied... they always do. The night was so dark...so dark. 'So you're alone again...w-what's my name again? Um...oh yeah, Nao. That's my name.' My name was almost forgotten again. A car drove by fast, splattering drops of muddy water on my face again. My clothes were already soaked, but that doesn't bother me. I've been in the streets for a few years...maybe more. Let's see...I'm fifteen now, so it should be about nine to ten years since my parents were killed. I was then passed around from evil fosters to evil fosters until I ran away to the streets. It's been four years since I ran away. I mostly live alone in the alleys, but sometimes a few people my age would come over. Have I been that lonely all this time? There was no one I've ever lived with that has ever treated me like a family. There was one, though, a woman who owns a restaurant in this city. Sometimes whenever i find no food, I would stop by and visit her. She would smile cheerfully to brighten up my day...just a little bit...and hand me a bit of sweets. But I can't visit her often, or else I would look selfish...and maybe desperate. Will there be a life so bright for me? Will I ever...feel accepted for once?

I sat by the sidewalk with my head in my knees. The wet sound of the rolling wheels came close to me when I saw light peek through the darkness. I lifted my head up when I saw a car parked in front of me. Three doors opened with three large guys stepping out of the dark car.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here?" One of the men said. His companions snickered. "A little boy alone on the side of the street." I tried to skoot back, but the second of the men grabbed my arms and yanked it, forcing me to stand up. I winced at the pain on my shoulder.
"He's a cute one, too." He said, staring me down with his frightening, hungry eyes. "Care to entertain us today?" He held my wrists together behind my back. The third grabbed my shirt and tore it in two.
"You're lucky it's dark here, kid. It would be less embarrassing. But I love surprise pleasure." He slid his hand up my torso. "You're skin is so smooth, also." I shivered and whimpered as he felt me.
"Hey, don't hog him!" The first man yelled. He pushed away the man and starting slipping off my pants. "I think you're getting quite excited there." My eyes started filling with tears. 'How is this happening to me?!'
"P-please, stop!" I whimpered as I felt his hand rub my cock. "I don't want this--." The man behind me clamped his hand hard over my mouth.
"You should keep quiet. We won't be able to finish if you're being loud." He I silently gasped. I wasn't going to escape. I started to panic and struggle when then men started violating me in every way. With their hands, lips, and tongues. I was crying in the darkness, but no one would ever know. Everytime I tried to escape, one of them would start beating me. Gradually, they were beating the life out of me before they would continue with their fun. My screams couldn't stop them. I can't even protect myself.
I saw more headlights coming this way. The car parked behind the first and kept running. I saw the driver's door open and so did my harrassers. All I could see was a tall, dark figure towering over us. 'Oh no. Another one of them.' The men immediately let me go, but my fear of the new person kept me from running away. I fell back down to my knees, cradling myself in a ball.
"You guys seem to be pretty occupied with this person." It was a man's voice. He sounded kind of young compared to the three big men. "I don't think this little boy gave you permission to tackle him down."
One of them men growled. "And who do you think you are? It's three against one. Do you really think you can stop us?" The rain was starting to downpoor. I shivered at the cold while trying to look for my torn clothes with my eyes. Then I stared hard into the man's face. Through the rain and darkness, I could see his eyes. They were blue like saphires, but the glint in his eyes were like a demon's. It was imtimidating for me to look at them.
One of the men charged for the newcomer. He threw a thick fist, aiming towards his face. The man grabbed the punch in his defense and twisted the arm over and over. The sickening sound of the bones penetrating my ears. The screams of the man echoed across the street. That large man was crumbling in pain on the ground, and had a limping, twisted arm. He fainted at the sight and great pain.
'Run' My brain would say, but something inside me chose to disobey it. The other two men gasped at their leader's condition. One of them ran to me and grabbed my the neck. He grinned as I started gasping for breath.
The rescuer didn't move an inch. "It would be best to leave the boy alone and help your friend. Or do you want me to make you all slither three miles to the hospital?" His voice was firm and hissed at the two remaining men. Both shivering, they released me, grabbed their leader, and ran off down the street. I fell to the ground coughing and trying to regain my normal breathing. Then I felt myself rising, and found that the man picked me up and started walking me to his car. My heart started to beat rapidly in fear, but I tried to act calm. I felt very weak, so there was no point in fighting. He sat me in the seat next to him and drove off towards the city lights. I cradled myself into a ball again and slowly fell asleep.

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My eyes squinted at the bright lights when I woke up. I found myself in very large clothes and covered in a blanket. I looked up and saw those saphire eyes. They didn't have that intimidating glint anymore. I couldn't tell, but I thought I saw worry in them. They did belong to a young man with beautiful blond hair that touched the bottom of this ears. I quickly sat at and skooted away from him.
"Oh good," He said. "You're awake." He stood up and started walking towards me. 'He looks like a foot taller than me.' "You should lay back down." He pushed me back into a laying position.
I winced in pain while staring at him with fear in my eyes. He quickly moved his hands away and rubbed his forehead. I realized I was on a very yellow couch that arched slighly in the middle of the room. There was a tall cabinet with a TV on top. Next to those was a large window that revealed a great view of the city.
"I can't believe I saved a kid." He sounded angry, and his eyes looked like it too. I looked around and found an open door not too far away from where I was. I quickly jumped off the couch and started running towards a suspected exit, but my body was still weak. The man caught me before I fell onto the ground. Then he carried me back onto the couch.
"You're still injured, so you must get some rest." He ordered followed by a sigh. "Kid's are so uncooperative." 'I'm not a kid.' I glared at him for a long while. He saw it and glared right back.
"You don't talk much do you?" He asked. "What is your name?" I stopped glaring at him and fiddled with my fingers.
"N-Nao. My name is Nao." I replied with a trembling voice. I am a very timid person, and whenever I'm nervous I play with my fingers. It's a very bad habbit. I fliched when I felt his hand ruffle my hair. It somehow felt...comforting, so I left it there. It felt like he actually cared for me.
"Nao." He called softly. "Stay here and go to sleep." He said that kind of firmly. I glared at him again and covered myself with the blanket. 'And I thought he was a gentle person. If I'm trapped here forever, how am I going to survive?' To my surprise, he was right. I was really injured and tired, so I need plenty of sleep. I was already dreaming when I closed my eyes. Dreaming of my old, dark life that is somehow far behind me. Now I'm in a dream of a new life...here.

Is this going to be a new home for me? Or is it another trap?...Like they always do.