First day at college 2

My toes immediately got cold and my stomach twisted, I raised my hands up slowly.

"What the fuck?!" The man shouted, he sounded extremely pissed. I took a closer look at him.

Slightly taller than average, he had brown hair with a sharp edged face, he only had slight wrinkles showing that he was at least in his thirties. Well dressed in formal attire, he looked like the type to be always put together. Except now his fly was down, shirt untucked and loose with his black and red striped tie hung loosely around his collar.

His face had a menacing frown pasted on it, made worse by the pole lights that shone weakly down on him. He looked like a menacing Angel.

The other car door popped open. I heard the click of heels as the woman in the car had now jumped out, her clothes put on haphazardly also.

"Wait Harold!, doesn't he look kinda young?"

He turned back towards her but realised I was still there and he quickly twisted his head around to look at me again. His menacing intimidating aura had now left with the arrival of the woman.

He was awkwardly trying to talk to her while keeping his eyes on me.

"What do you mean Linda? He just attacked us. Does it matter how young he is?"

He lowered his voice, gripping the gun tighter and keeping his eyes on me, "Plus you know how young they can look, we can't rule out anything!"

She sighed, and turned around to lean in the car fumbling around in there with something.

"Can you take a look at her ass while she's bent over like that?"

"Please?"

I pretended not to hear Ortho, I actually like my life. I promptly received a wave of sadness and a sneer in my mind. This guy had no awareness of the situation. I grit my teeth wondering what they were talking about and what she was looking for.

She came out holding a torch in her hand and the next moment I was hit with a bright ray of light on my face. I winced but I made sure to keep my arms still.

I could vaguely see the man lean a bit closer, gun still held carefully. The next moment, I hear him squeal like an excited child.

"Holy shit!, you're Jack's kid!" I heard the clatter of something falling but I couldn't quite see with this fucking torch lighting me straight on my face. Did he drop his gun?

I felt hands surrounding my torso and he was pulling me up in a hug.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

"You must have been so scared, It's okay now," He was rubbing my shoulder and back affectionately now, trying to comfort me.

"Ugh!, For Christ's sake Harold. I told you we shouldn't have done this here!"

Glancing over this Harold guy's shoulder I saw the woman, Linda using a napkin to gently pick up his gun, check the ammo, do something to it like they did in movies and walk over to put it in the car.

The strange man starting whispering in my ear, "I didn't mean to do that, I would never do that to Jack's kid on purpose"

"Ohh god your dad's so amazing…"

The way the man spoke in my ear creeped me out but even worse were the words he was saying, they filled me with revulsion. I wanted to push this creep away but I wasn't sure what he was capable of.

"Hehehe, this is why I molest. If you don't do unto others others will do unto you!"

"Look at the situation you're in, helpl-"

"Harold!, for God's sake get off the young man he's scared and your fly is still down, you animal!"

"Oh shit sorry!" He separated with an awkward look and his hand scratching the back of his head.

"This whole thing must look so bad, I just saw you and you were banging on my glass and next thing you're Jack's kid and you looked so much like him I couldn't resist and then my fly was down and I was hugging you which is no way for an adult to be acting and now im-"

The woman was sitting on the car, head held down as if in great shame. I actually felt sorry for her. She sighed and scolded him once more.

"Dear, I'm afraid you're rambling. Control yourself"

He closed his mouth blinking. Turning to look at me and then at her, a smirk slowly grew on his face.

"Dear?"

"Did you just call me dear, my lovely Linda?"

She smacked her face with her hand, she seemed to have a lot on her plate here.

"So you're telling me you thought I was in trouble, Harry?"

"Umm yes ma'am it sounded like you were in pain"

"Awww, my hero. Harold could learn something from your chivalry," She said this while blowing some smoke out of the rolled down window.

We had all gotten inside of the car, deciding to have this conversation in a warmer and more private place.

"All I'm hearing from this conversation is that my dick was destroying your walls," He chuckled smugly.

Linda simply raised her foot and stepped on him with her heeled shoe, he mewled in pain.

I chuckled, I had been trying to ask a question for a while now and I finally got the chance. It was burning in me and I simply had to come out.

"How do you know my dad anyway, Mr Harold?"

He instantly sobered up, his energy becoming more serious.

"I actually don't know how much I should tell you, I would absolutely hate to overstep"

I leaned forward, my head slightly scraping the top of the not so large car. "Please Mr Harold, I'm in a rough spot. Any little help would go a long way"

For a minute the only sounds in the car were of Linda taking drags of her cigarette. Rubbing his hair in contemplation he thought in silence.

Harold sighed, "Fine I'll tell you just this. Your father saved my life and many others too. There are many people who were able to live another day because of his actions"

"But… from what I heard he also had a… reputation. So he might not have no small amount of people that might not think the best of him," he said.

The having enemies part was no surprise knowing what the man was truly like. The only part of the story that didn't make sense was his dad saving people. That same piece of shit that did to his mother, No! I would refuse to believe it!

Though my mind drifted to my younger days, where things were better. I could still remember myself running in the park one evening after begging my parents to take me there. Wind blowing at my face as I felt the grass under my feet, I was out of breath and I turned to see what my lazy parents were doing not running with me.

I turned my head and I saw them looking at each other. They liked doing that for some reason and my child-like mind wondered why, but looking at them with the sun setting behind me casting a golden haze on everything and their loving eyes. Even younger me was kinda amazed.

"Don't think too much about this right now Harry, it's complicated. What about you? What were you even doing here so late?"

I jumped slightly in the car seat, I remembered why I was here.

"Oh yeah, Speaking of that, do you know who Toucan is and where he could be?"

Harold grunted, "That runt, what are you even looking for him for?" He was asking while turning the car mirror thing to look at my face in the backseat.

I shrugged, "I have to talk to him"

He frowned, I could see his expression in the mirror as he stared at me for a hot minute. Did he suspect something?

"As long as you do it responsibly, I'm not one to be lecturing people on drug use"

"But I need something in exchange, okay?"

I hesitated a bit before answering, "Sure, lemme hear you out"

"You have to come to college and start attending Harry," he said.

"What, that's it?"

"Yes, and you better come as soon as possible young man"

"Sure… I can do that," I nodded along. That would be a problem for me in the future.

"Fair enough, Now Toucan normally peddles his trade at either the liberal arts building or the agric one"

"You can see their signs outside but both of them have "Vibes" as you younger people call them. The agric one is all plant-like? and the liberal arts one has an old but dignified vibe"

"Did you catch that young man?!" He asked sharply.

I couldn't help it, I saluted him sarcastically, "Yes, sir!"

"Good, now get the fuck out of my car so I can finish with my dear here," He chuckled out.

"Harold!" Linda shouted with indignation.

Toucan's POV

The hour of his arrival was near, my heart pounded in my chest and my palms felt slippery as I rubbed them together. This was one of the longest waits in my life and I couldn't help but compulsively glance at the clock every few seconds. I had paced for the whole time I was here in the building.

"Just a few more and everything will be fine"

"They'll fucking see!"

A click at the door.

I twitched my ears catching that slight sound, Master?

He would rarely make a sound unless he himself willed it. Maybe he wanted to alert me?

It would not pay to be careless though. I scanned around the area before picking up a broom I found in a storage closet and I sneaked towards the sound. It's not like this brittle thing would hurt master anyway.

And even if he got angry and punished me, well I had grown to love that as well. As long as they all came from Him.

I stopped and crouched by a bin, the broom was too long to hide so I just laid it by the wall, easy to reach but inconspicuous. I was for once grateful for my small build as I was easily hid by the bin.

The door gently creaked open and stepping nervously inside was the most horrifying thing I've seen in my life.

It was that thing!

Last time I had to be careful and wait, I was alone and unsure. Ambushed by that monster. I had to endure as it tortured me, broke my bones and did all manner of unspeakable things to me. Not even master enjoyed my pain to that extent. But I had no choice, I didn't know how powerful it was, didn't know if fighting back would doom me. I just had to take it and hoped that it didn't want to kill me.

But now.

Now I was sure master was coming. I wouldn't be humiliated at the hands of another again!

I willed the essence into my legs and arm and pushed with all my might!

The heavy metal bin that was in front of me was used as a ram as it hit that creature in its torso. Trash spilled everywhere and the dented bin clanged loudly on the floor.

The creature slammed against the wooden doors rattling them as it slumped to the floor wheezing and groaning.

Ohhh… those were amazing sounds. I walked over and stepped on it, right where the bin had impacted him. He cried out, good!

I took a look at him, vulnerable underneath my feet. A tall and lanky figure, with blonde hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a black sweatpants and tracksuit, probably trying to be stealthy for its heinous deeds, trying to get me again!

Not again.

Too bad he met me this time. The me that wasn't afraid to fight I cracked my fingers, now the fun was about to begin.