"Stand up." The voice spoke harshly "Stand up I said!" The baton came down and crashed into Morgans ribs "What are you doing here boy! Don't you know where you are." Grabbing Morgan the guard slammed him into the brick wall that surrounded the complex "Get back to the west end where you belong you little beggar" Tossing Morgan out onto the street the guard turned but still was talking "Boys like you will never amount to anything in your pathetic lives, might as well leave all of you to rot in the West End like abandoned animals"
Morgan jolted himself awake, shirtless but covered partially covered by the sheet and partially by Dani wrapped around his chest. He took a moment to take in the dark room, the sounds of his breath, Dani's and lil' Morgan the kitty in the corner, purring as he slept. His free hand came from behind his head and over his face as he glanced at the time:
4:00 AM
Slipping out of Dani's grip he pulled his shirt and shorts on and then his team jacket. Stepping out into the cold he looked around the dimly lit streets of the docks. Men were staggering around half drunk and half in lust from the wench they saw at the bar. Morgan moved past him as if he was following some far off voice that called to him
Moooooorgan
His feet picked up speed as each moment went past, bursting through a line of singing drunkards, sending three to the ground in unison; but he kept going. Eyes darting around he turned into an alley and stood there, listening:
Morgan come in
Morgan stepped inside quietly, mumbling to himself the whole way. Eyes not picking up any movement in the alleyway. But the voice was persistent and close.
Morgan, oh poor Morgan, cold and alone
The voice was that of a female, but nothing more was distinguishable.
Where is Jen little Morgan? Your mother would like to see her again, she was always the prettiest
Morgan turned and growled feraly "Mother." He swung towards the voice "You left us to rot in the streets, what are you talking about." Swinging again his fist slammed into a brick wall, breaking his knuckles. Sliding down the wall he no longer heard the voice. Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to stay calm "You deserted us" He mumbled in between sobs "This is your fault!" He stood and screamed towards the sky.
His only reply was a gentle breeze.
Morgan jolted himself awake, shirtless but covered partially covered by the sheet and partially by Dani wrapped around his chest. He took a moment to take in the dark room, the sounds of his breath, Dani's and lil' Morgan the kitty in the corner, purring as he slept. His free hand came from behind his head and over his face as he glanced at the time:
4:00 AM
Slipping out of Dani's grip he pulled his shirt and shorts on and then his team jacket. Stepping out into the cold he looked around the dimly lit streets of the docks. Men were staggering around half drunk and half in lust from the wench they saw at the bar. Morgan moved past him as if he was following some far off voice that called to him
Moooooorgan
His feet picked up speed as each moment went past, bursting through a line of singing drunkards, sending three to the ground in unison; but he kept going. Eyes darting around he turned into an alley and stood there, listening:
Morgan come in
Morgan stepped inside quietly, mumbling to himself the whole way. Eyes not picking up any movement in the alleyway. But the voice was persistent and close.
Morgan, oh poor Morgan, cold and alone
The voice was that of a female, but nothing more was distinguishable.
Where is Jen little Morgan? Your mother would like to see her again, she was always the prettiest
Morgan turned and growled feraly "Mother." He swung towards the voice "You left us to rot in the streets, what are you talking about." Swinging again his fist slammed into a brick wall, breaking his knuckles. Sliding down the wall he no longer heard the voice. Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to stay calm "You deserted us" He mumbled in between sobs "This is your fault!" He stood and screamed towards the sky.
His only reply was a gentle breeze.