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“-AND STAY OUT!” Tommy scrambled to his feet, chest heaving as his father slammed the door shut and locked it. He kicked the door in anger before turning toward the street.
Tommy assessed his injuries. He gingerly touched his leg, hissing at the sharp pain and the growing stain of blood on his jeans. dark purple bruises glowed against his skin in the streetlight as he examined his arms.
“I look like shit.” Tommy muttered, chuckling to himself as he limped down the street. Having no idea where he was going Tommy ducked into an alleyway. The blasting of music made his head throb and he settled in between two dumpsters waiting for the night to end.
The screeching of a rusty door jolted Tommy and he peered out from his hiding spot. A door was open with light blasting through into the ally.
He was about to move when a person walked through the door holding a trash bag. Tommy fell silent, barely breathing as the person walked closer and threw the bag. Whoever it was had a shitty aim because it fell right on Tommy who still didn’t move.
The smell of rot made Tommy gag, as the person was walking back to the door they stopped and changed directions now heading straight for him.
The bag was lifted and whoever it was gasped before kneeling down beside Tommy.
“Hey kid whatcha doing back here?” The man's voice sounded gruff and angry, Tommy let out a whimper but stayed crammed into the tight spot.
“Names Schlatt kid what’s yours?” Tommy pressed his lips together and glared at the man.
“Go away!” Tommy hissed hoping to scare off the intruder.
The man started to chuckle but it trailed off as he noticed the blood stained pants and bruises that hid in the shadows.
“Your hurt kid I can’t leave you.”
“I said leave me alone!”
The man sighed before turning back to the door and closed it shut. The absence of light made the ally much more scary and Tommy shivered. His thin shirt did nothing to ward off the cold and his breaths began to turn into fog.
Tommy was about to fall asleep when the door opened again and revealed two people arguing.
“You left a child out here Jschlatt?!”
“Whoa Phil he wanted me to leave so I did!”
“It’s freezing and you said he was injured!”
“He’s probably a street rat Phil!”
Tommy gazed at the two with wide eyes, a memory rushed through of his dad and mom arguing before both went separate ways. His dad went to go drink and his mom went to see another man.
He began to sob and the two stopped yelling. The two sets of feet made their way over to the dumpsters and Tommy panicked, wiping his eyes quickly. He stood up shaky and raised his arms, forming fists.
“Kid we’re here to help!”
“Oh it’s you, leave me alone.” Tommy eyed the man named Jschlatt with an annoyed look before switching his gaze to the other.
Both looked about the same age, Jschlatt was wearing a black and gold tuxedo with a gold ring on his hand and the other was wearing a dark green tuxedo with a fedora that had a green strip of velvet wrapped around the base that held a large grey feather in place.
The man let out a sigh and Tommy felt nervous, raising his arms higher as the man approached.
“I said stay back!” The man kept walking towards Tommy who let out a oof as his back collided with a cement wall.
“What’s your name?” Tommy paused, the man's voice sounded kind and his green eyes held a twinkle of mischief.
“Uhhh it’s Tommy.”
“Well Tommy I’m the owner of this club and my name is Phil. ” Phil extended a hand and Tommy slowly lowered his arms, shaking out his hands from tightly clenching them and placed his hand in Phil’s.
“Can you quit being so nice, just let him leave!” Jaschlatt was leaning against the door watching with a bored expression.
“ If you haven’t met him this is Jschlatt he seems annoyed but deep down he cares about everyone in this establishment.” Tommy chuckled at Jschlatts expression as he huffed and stomped into the building.
“Now you're hurt.” Tommy had forgotten about the large cut under his jeans and he swayed, accidentally falling into Phil who grabbed his shoulders and hoisted him up with a grunt.
“Let’s get you cleaned up!” Tommy could only nod as darkness clouded his vision and the blinding lights on the ceiling passed overhead. The slamming of the metal door made his limbs go limp as Phil carried him down the hallway.