SMF Chapter 5 - Draw

"Good day. This has really become my new habit, have my morning coffee with you," Free shows a smile to Don and sits down on his chair he had once again bring with him. It was over three a clock in the afternoon, the time when his mornings routinely start. "Have I done something new again? I would like to have my share if it's something to do with money. I'm broke."

"There have been numerous cases of small breaks to stores and office buildings," the man sitting in the car calmly speaks after kid has settled down. That note was so sudden, Free actually just stays staring the guy first. But man just keeps going. "Nothing too serious, but it smells professional looting so we got alert. We are dealing with a hacker-alike. Got in and out without any marks. Even our own hacker couldn't keep up. But he found something interesting. There was a huge lock down two years ago. Here, in Kerdon area. Unknown blame. After that the number of unusual breaks increased."

Free clicks his tongue. "Not this again. Now I'm a hacker?" he says smiling, acting calm outside. But really, hearing that all of a sudden rattled his mind. So these fuckers really really knew that much already?

While keeping his eyes locked on the younger, Don hums. "Calling you a hacker might be a little exaggerative. But you are clean for now. I gave you an alibi, didn't I. We had to move on. But don't screw up now or we might find our way back," older man states, carefully eyeing others reactions. "Just telling you what we know by now so you can think of something new."

Free doesn't say anything. Just stares Don. Then lets out a deep sigh, shaking his head unbelieving. Whatta actual hell? Is this cop serious? Free should not let his words provoke him, but he couldn't help finding this weird call thrilling. Guy was annoying. Acting like he knows everything. It's not a confess if he snaps back.

"What ever..," Free leans his back to his chair, takes a cigarette and lights it, relaxing his posture. Then he turns his careless eyes to stare Don again. "Why you are still suspecting me then? If I'm clean why you are still here?" his attitude and the tone of his voice change infront of Dons eyes. Like, telling the man 'No more reason to act. You had your change. I'm clean. Give up'. Blue eyes were intently glancing the older man.

Now that look Don has seen before. Those eyes didn't show any fear. Just like five years ago. When they first time met.

"You are interesting. That is why," Don gives a smile, speaking honestly. Since it wasn't for the work anymore, he could act more freely.

"Then.. are you a stalker?" Free finally asks, smiling back. He might be a pervert cop, after all? Nothing to do with him being 'Aki' they were looking for. Maybe it's another person falling to his face.

"Might be."

Free tsihs. Nope. This guy tries to get something out of him. What a nuisance. "I don't do cops. You look like a lady-killer so get yourself a woman and fuck off. It was nice to chat with you again, Mr Palenne. Good day." Free suddenly states and gets up. He has have enough.

"You met my friend the other day," Don interrupts, making young man turn his focus back on him. Indeed, that made Free stop and turn.

"Did I?"

"He was looking for someone. Ended up getting attacked."

Sigh. Yeah. That guy. Sure they were friends. "Only I did was tell him where this 'might-be' guy lives. Binny. That's not a crime. Was only trying to help him," young man states surely, glancing the other annoyed.

"His car went missing right before cops arrived on the scene."

"I don't know anything about that.."

Lie. Confirmed. "Of course you don't."

"If that was all, I'm going," Free says, while keeping his voice neutral.

"You know where to find me when you want to confess everything. It's just that you can't be in every scene and be NOT involved," Don announces calmly, smiling to the younger man. They stare each other in silence a few second.

Until Free turns, doesn't say anything anymore but just walks away, taking his chair with him.

- - - -

The next day, or morning as this young man called his noons, Free was standing in the kitchen, making coffee for himself. He wasn't a morning person. If there was no rush Free liked to take his time to wake up. He barely could keep his eyes open yet. After all the jumping around hiding from cameras and trying to distract that freaking cop and his friends, by now Free has moved back to his normal routines. Feeling actually very calm and sure. Now he could let himself relax a bit. The problem with the cop wasn't totally fixed yet, but at least somethings have improved here.

Last night Free had once again went out. Making sure no one was following him, doing some small dealings and hanging out with the groups who live in streets. The same shit what he usually did. There Free had his own reputation, being the blue eyed cutie, with sharp teeth. He was acting good to people and they were good to back. Actin so was all necessary to be able to live as freely and nicely as he and his brothers did. Use the others and let others use you.

"Your cop is here," Kain announces when he walk in the kitchen area, searching Free.

Younger just hums back. It was too early to get anything smart out of this mouth. He was way too tired still.

"You guys surely are on synch these days," older guy teases. Not many minutes apart the moment when Free wokes up and the guy shows up in front of their house.

Still no answer. Free takes the whole pan of coffee with him, holding two cups on his other hand and walks slowly past Kain, heading toward the front doors.

Kain was just staring him, unbelieving. "What are you doing..?"

Free had to stop his steps, thinking. "Plan C. Do we have any milk? Does this guy use milk?" he just mumbles while turning to look Kain.

"How should I know.. He is your playmate..," other tsihs. Now Free is sharing his coffee with that cop?! Is he fucking serious? Out of his mind? Kain really couldn't understand what Free was doing anymore.

"Black should be fine..," Free yawns and moves again. 

Don had just released his seat belt and massaging his neck when he could spot the young man already walking out of the building. Young man grabs his chair with him, holding the hot coffee pan and cups with his other hand, walking slowly to his regular spot, next to the car.

Smiling, Don opens the window as usually and leans on the wheel, watching carefully how kid puts his chair down, sits and turns his eyes on Don. Young man looked tired, clearly had just woken up. His sleeping routines were indeed very real. Stay up the nights and sleep the middle of the days.

"Care to join me?" Free asks then. He leaves the other cup on his lap while slowly pouring the hot drink in the other, then hands it toward Don. "Don't worry. It's clean." The cup, he meant. Already prepared if this cop thought otherwise. Even if they were in poor neighborhood, they were clean people.

Don stares the cup, then Free. Finally he takes the offer. The smell was weird, the looks even weirder. "What is this?"

"Coffee," Free tsihs annoyed and pours some to himself. "Since you clearly are not planning to leave any time soon, you can keep me company..," he adds and puts the pan on the ground. Straightens his back and looks Don who has this doubtful look on him.

Free sighs. And drinks. "Look, it's drinkable. Hot, but drinkable."

"You call this coffee?" Don smirks, but also takes a test of taste. Yes. This was not coffee. "You add sugar right in the coffee pan?"

"I like it sweet," Free smirks back. "In my street, you drink it the way I offer."

Don lets this very long breath out. This was sugarwater with a pinch of taste of coffee. "Fair enough. Thank you. I will drink it," man says smiling and drinks some more.

"Are you really planning to sit here everyday from now on? Doing nothing?" young man dares to ask out loud, searching his smokes out of his pocket.

"I'm not doing nothing. I'm working," Don points out.

"How you stalking me is working?" Free snaps, offering smokes to Don too, but older guy refuses with waving his hand once.

After putting the cup on his cup holder, Don takes a more relaxing position and reachs out the folder from the black bag next to him. "Right now I'm hearing my suspect," he finally says, opens his folder. "And he is very willing to talk to me too."

Free smirks. This cop was eerily straight. "What? You have a whole collection about me there? That looks a fat pile of papers. Have I done that much?"

"No. These files are not about you. It's another case of mine."

"You cheating on me?" younger tsihs and drinks from his coffee. "Is it interesting?"

"It is. Very," man answers, turning his eyes back on Free. "But I had to put it aside for now. Because of you. Technically I'm cheating on someone else with you."

Free starts laughing. Why the hell this cop went with his teasing so easily? Relaxing now even more, Free drinks more from his coffee. "Man, you are creepy."

- - - -

Several days pass. As always nowadays Free was sharing his morning coffee with the man sitting in his car. The shitty chat between them was about everything else than why the cop was there. The Main House and other residents around has already used to the car in front of the old hostel building.

The main reason why people here were able to ignore the cop, was because Free was known to keep him company. He was Frees problem. As long as cop didn't start snoop around, others were fine with it.

"You know, if you want to go on a date with me so badly, you should just say so," Free points out smiling, trying. Seems to him this cop really didn't have anything better to do than hang out here every afternoon. Cop has clearly figured out his morning routines and timed his arrives perfectly. If really so, since when? After the cameras? Even before? "I can make an exception, even you being a cop, since you are handsome. And your arms are muscular. Bet you are all handsome under those clothes too."

"A date? I have never been on one, sounds interesting," Don smiles, while reading these files what he has habit to keep with him. Not turning his look to the younger man. This kid really could talk bluntly. No shame at all.

"Never been on a date? That's bullshit with that face of yours!" Free laughs, eyeing carefully the older guy sitting inside the car. "In movies cops don't have time for families so they end up dying alone. Is it true then? How sad.."

"I guess it's a common thing around my field. Since work always comes first, there is no time," man agrees lightly. "But more than having no time I think it's a bother. People are."

Free tsihs. This guy was indeed creepy. And less of a chatter, but a good answerer. "Then you must be very suited for your work."

"I am."

Young man laughs a little for that straight answer. "What is with your arms anyway?" he dares to ask then, pointing the scars on Dons lower arms. No matter how hot it was outside, this cop seem to always use shirts with long sleeves. But today he has wrapped them up, making cut lines on his arms very clear. There were many, mostly on the left side. Some light. Some barely noticeable. But there were scars.

"I work out?"

"I mean the scars," Free tsihs.

"It's a bad habit of mine," man calmly answers, widen his smile.

That made Free laugh more. "Ha? Bad habit?! Now I thought you would tell me some excited story behind 'em."

"There has to be a story?" other smirks, finally looking toward the younger guy for a while.

"Like, you were about to arrest some gangsters and then something exploded and you almost lost your arms," Free thinks out loud.

"That sounds way too fiction," man says and turns the page, keeps reading.

"Are you a boring man, Mr Palenne? You have no imagination?"

"I can't say am I boring or not, but if it helps me to reach my goals, then sure, I can use imagination," Don clears surely. "Further use I have no need for it."

"Damn, you are humourless.."

"That I am."

But damn weirdly interesting cop. So Free just couldn't leave him be. "So what kind you prefer? Big ass? Boobs? Both? Skinny? Fat?" Free lists then, randomly. If the cop was sitting here just because 'he was interesting' too then Free should take everything out of this nonsense. See how long cops act could keep on. Free had no problem waste his time here. He has nothing but time to kill.

"I'm not going to talk about that with a kid like you," Don says calmly, not downing his smile.

"Big ass," Free guesses. "You so prefer big asses. No wonder you don't melt on me. Mine is nice and tight."

"I can't really care of looks," man answers. "Is it all about looks for you? Kids surely are shallow."

"If you have the time to spend here with me and not home with the beauty then that makes you a shallow one. We just met, honey. But pay me and I will be anything you want me to be," just when he was having his fun with the cop, Frees phone in his pocket starts ringing. Little annoyed he search it out and answers. "Yeah?"

"I got something for you," Kain says while looking out the window. He was standing in the living room. "Care to come in?"

"Sure," Free answers, ends the call and gets fastly up. "Too bad. Someone else just booked me. Oh how busy busy. Let's talk tomorrow again. It's a date? I would get so worried if you didn't show up," he says teasingly and waves goodbyes.

- - - -

The same evening Free was standing in the lobby of this richy hotel. The outfit he was wearing here was outstanding. Looking proper. This was how they did their job. While delivering whatever to where ever they never should stand out too much. Kain knew the people. Free got the looks to carry the loads. This time it was nothing grand, just a small amount of MDMA. But the money was well. The client was familiar, their so called regular.

When the main reason of Frees visit was over and items were delivered, his client asked Free come with him to meet someone near the vip area. Of course the reason of this sudden request was very obvious. This was how Free met most of his other customers. Those who were willing to pay for the night with someone like him. Young and beautiful. For the money, Free was known to act his part.

"This young man here is called Free," man introduces Free to the other man who was already intently eyeing him. This guy was probably on his forties. Very handsome. Clearly working out and taking care of himself. Not like the usual men who Free has met. "If you are searching a fun time this guy is for you."

"He is the one who you mentioned earlier? I love your face. A little make up and you would pass as a girl," man meets Free with a charismatic smile, boldly moving his hand to touch his crotch. Which Free didn't like a bit but could deal it. "But there definitely is something.."

Keeping his calm even after this sudden contact, Free tsihs and wears his strong mood. "I'm not gonna wear a dress for you, but I can let you do me, for the right prize," he smiles. After his job was done, there was no reason to not make some more money while he was all the way here. Who knows, this man might be very good.

"I think we will find a fine deal what suits us both.."

- - - -

When they get inside this vip room which stand all the way on the top of the building, Free walks excitedly to see the view. He had never been inside the rooms of this kind of rich area hotel. And damn did this room look nice. This wasn't just a small bedroom. But this has it's own living area too. Huge couch. Big fireplace. One wall was all big window. It felt very dizzying to look down the city from up here.

"Do you like the view?" mans voice asks behind him. Free wasn't showing his excitement out, but anyone could see just from his face how pleased he felt at the moment.

"Well it's..," that's all Free gets to say. Before he could even turn around, man has taken a strong hold of him, thrusting something in front of his mouth, forcing him breathe through his nose. Free trys to fight but felt suddenly dizzy. Then a hit. He feels the cold floor under him. As fast as the attack came he pass out.

When he could take a hold of reality again and slightly open his eyes, coughing, breathing hardly, he realizes he was tied from his wrists. Naked. Lying on the bed, staring the ceiling. His headache was bad. Eyesight was blurly.

"You are finally awake?" mans voice speaks. Someone was moving on the bed where Free was lying on.

Young man could hardly see the figure next to him. Then the reality hit. The fear was slowly crawling out. So Free tried to move, but get fastly pushed back down by the strong hit right to his eye.

- - - -

The silence. The headache. That is where Free wakes up again. Carefully he opens his eyes, eyeing his surroundings. His hands were finally free so he could move now. After pushing himself to sit slowly up, the burning pain on his left side make him cry out loud. He was feeling sick. He wasn't sure when he had pass out again. But was glad it was finally over.

Man was one of them Free called 'the players'. They like violence. Talking big. Using force. At least man didn't break him too badly. There was no blood. Usually he could sniff himlikes from far. He has made a mistake, trusting blindly. But it could have been even worse. Free knew this was still being lucky. Nothing in him was totally broken. He could still move. He was alive.

While looking around and making sure the man wasn't in anymore Free spots the moneypile on the night table, next to the bed. Fastly counting, that was over a double man has promised. "Yeah, better pay me for this shit.. asshole..," he sighs, trying to hold his cry.

After a while dealing the pain from his aching side, Free finally could get up. After throwing up a few times he heads to take a fast shower, cleaning himself. Now he was standing in front of the mirror, eyeing his own reflection. With a black eye and a swallen lip changes of selling himself the next week or so were zero. He could only hope this money would cover that lost.

Frees wrists were bloody. There were hit marks all around his body, a broken rib at least. He wasn't so submissive he would go with the flow without a fight. But in the end even he had to give up and pay the prize after. This was the outcome from that. His whole body hurting, feeling nauseous, cold, couldn't stop shaking. He felt like crying. But he shouldn't cry. Nothing helpful would come out of that. He just has to deal with it.

Because Free was careless this happened. It was his own mistake. After all, he was lucky to still have unragged clothes to wear.

- - - -

Hours later Free was walking back toward his neighborhood. The hotel he had been in located far. Using public transits while looking this beaten was a no no. So instead he choose to walk, saving money. Trying to avoid main streets.

When Free finally comes back to the streets of Kerdon, back to his own street, he could spot the familiar car right where it should be; across the street, man sitting behind the wheel, reading, as usual.

It was around four pm already. Free has walk over three hours, taking breaks. Everywhere on his body hurt. He felt feverish. Out of energy. Could he just ignore that guy today? But he also didn't want to go in right away either, not when he might just break down in front of the kids.

Man turns to look at him. Their eyes met. Immediately Free lows his eyes, turns his face away. Act strong. Forget the pain.

"Free? Are you alright?! What happened!?" Tim and Dino ask when they saw Free walking to the terrace, with an black eye and wary walking.

Free gives Tim a small envelope and his jacket. "It's okay. Take this to the bitch now, would you. Don't you dare to tell her how I look. Go," Free whispers with a husky voice and smiles with a broken lip, exhausted from the walk. Tim wasn't first planning to move since Frees beaten appearance was that shocking, but when Free gives him an angry glance, young kid finally rushs back in to fill his mission.

Older sighs and turns halfly around, glancing toward the car. Thinking. Finally, he pushes himself moving again, grabs the chair and drags it slowly with him while heading toward the car.

"Free?" Dino speaks then. Ignoring him, Free doesn't turn or say anything. He just keeps going.

Don has already opened the window, looking Frees broken appearance while the young man walk closer. After moving the chair next to the car, Free sits down slowly and leans in.

"Sorry. I'm late," young man apologizes, not actually even looking straight to the man at any point. "You have any smoke? I'm out.."

"That's a nasty face you have," Don says and hands the box. Kid's been beaten badly.

"You think? If it's your fetish then we are good. We can do it on your back seats if you want," Free lights the cigaret smiling and leans to the back of his chair. He didn't say anything a while, couldn't even raise his eyes. Neither did Don say anything, he was eyeing Frees shaking hands.

Even when he clearly act calm and nobigdeal, the appearance around this kid was so opposite his usual self, how the kid liked to show up in front of Don. No wonder, kid has a black eye, broken marks around his face, eyes were reddish after crying, skin was pale as snow.. Seeing him like this made Don feel very anxious.

"I made a mistake," Free says then quietly, very aware of Dons staring. He plan to keep his calm anyway. He would smoke his cigarette, rest a minute and then go inside. Face the incoming earful from Kain. Then go sleep his bad feeling away. "I can't cry in front of those fucking kids so you don't mind if I stay here a while? Have to gather myself before I go in.."

Don doesn't say anything. Free tsihs out loud and actually laughs just a little, his shoulders were shaking. He couldn't raise his face, but was trying to act as casual as ever. The truth is he was scared he might end up falling asleep if he let his eyes shut. Or start to cry if he doesn't say anything. "So, how was your day? Catch any bad guys?"

Older guy sighs. Then searchs his pocket and takes his wallet out. "Since you are willing to do anything for the money, I can buy you too, right?" Don shows the pile of money to Free who finally raises his look up to see what the man was doing.

"Are you serious?" Free laughs for this sudden situation. Shaking his head.

"I am. Twentyfour hours. You spend the time with me. I pay you this. Five hundred, cash," Don says calmly, intently eyeing the young man.

Frees smile was gone by now, feeling damn confused. "Whatta fuck, man..."

"Take it or leave it," man states surely, looking straight to Frees eyes.

Young man was speechless first. Something like this he never saw coming. "I was kidding before.. Dude, I'm ripped apart," he says quietly, almost whispering.

"Like I would lay even a finger on a kid..," Don adds surely. His facial expression hasn't changed a bit.

"..."

Free couldn't do but stare Don, when he tried to form words, nothing comes out. What this cop was thinking? Was this a new way to get something more out of him? Or was it simple pity? This fucker was feeling sorry for him now?!

No, what ever, that's a huge sum of money!

The enthusiasm inside Free grow. Suddenly he felt so energy. Go with him? This was new. The same time he felt damn scared the same time he felt very excited. He was eager to see what would happen. After almost two weeks playing around with this cop, he could see more. Keep their game going..

Just then he made up his mind.

Suddenly Free stands up, moves the chair, opens the door and hops in the car, not moving his glance from Don. Deal. Let's do this.

"Hey! FREE! What are y-" Dino, who was still standing in front of their House, starts to yell after realizing Free has just jump into the cops car.

They were eyeing each other in silence. Until Don turns his look away and starts the car, drives slowly out from the main street. Glancing kid once, before moving his eyes forward on the road. Young man was seriously ready to go with him? Clearly lacking some survival instincts. No wonder he got himself on that state. Got beaten that badly. He doesn't seem to care of his own body a bit. For the sake of what? The life in here? That was a waste.

"Buying a whore now, what changed your mind? This face was what turn you on? Or are you just lonely, after all?" Free forces a smile out trying to keep his strong act on. "Or is this your sick way to take me to the custody and hearing?"

Kid was acting as cocky as always. But asking so many questions was to hide his nervousness, probably. No, clearly. "Have you then done something I should do so?" Don points out and looks straight to Frees eyes smiling. "Please, put your seat belt on."

Free doesn't answer, just moves his uneasy look away. Without putting his seat belts on, he watchs carefully where they were going. He knew in what area this car usually was parked at nights. The tracker Tim once hid under this car was just a safety measure. If anything ever would happen. To any of them. As long as this car was there. Near their House.

Free starts to feel very nervous and couldn't speak a while. He seriously starts to regret jumping in. What the hell was he even doing? Money or not, why he would jump on the ride with cop who wanted to catch him??

Don could easily see right through Free being nervous and plan to say something to break the silence. "What happened to you? Had a bad client?"

Younger man moves his look to Don. Seeing the bruises on Frees both wrists made it quite easy to figure out what have happened. "No, he was nice. Paid me the double I asked from him so..," Free says honestly and smiles, relaxing a little, taking better position. Dons deep voice was somehow quite calming. Man himself was acting so calm Free wasn't sure was it a good thing or the worst one possible. "Can feed something nice to my brothers thanks to that."

This kid surely was acting strong. Looking that beaten, still could put out a smile. "What kind of mother lets you do something like that? Hurt yourself for the sake of others."

Hearing that makes Free move his eyes back on Don. Smirk. Knowing now what to say, he wanted to see if there would be reaction. "All the kinds I know."

This answer shot right through Don, so he settles for giving a simple hum back. Sure, Don knew this kids real mother. Knew what have happened before. The meaning of his words were very clear.

Without Don saying anything back, Free kept staring at him. Shit, what was with that silence..?

Finally after driving a good while, Don turns out from one of the biggest main streets and heads to the area Free knew from the map. Sighing out, young man lets his mind calm. Cop was actually taking him to his house?

Don drives the car to his parking lot, shuts the engine while moving his eyes on the kid next to him. "Welcome to my street," older guy says smiling. Using the same way how Free had called his 'area'. "We are going up." Man adds and gets out.

Free follows him slowly out, eyeing around. "This is really your home, ha?" he wasn't sure what he was thinking. Or doing. He didn't trust this one. But didn't scare him either. Usually he would never go in anyones home just like that. Hotels were more better. Public places. Even a back of the alley was good. But just some unknown reason Free could blindly trust he wasn't walking to his own doom even if he would follow this cop in. No, he could blindly hope he wasn't. How ever, he was playing with fire here. Really, very, burning fire..

His mind couldn't stay focused, he was thinking very duplexly. What if this cop knew they have met before and knew Free has already recognized him too? Did it even matter? Was this all something else? Just shallow? Man has grown to like him and felt sorry for him? Or was actually that into his beaten face and wanted his share?

What ever this was.. Free felt he has to accept this challenge.

"Disappointed? Wanted to go somewhere else? I doubt you would go voluntarily in my working place," Don shows the way smirking, teasing the nervous brat behind him. Free tsihs. Police station would be the last place he wanted to be in. They went in from the front doors and were now standing in front of the elevator. After they both get in, Don calls the right floor. "Yes, this is where I live. Why act so surprised?" man adds.

"It's a pretty stoned area for cop to live, isn't it?" Free says, meaning the area had this richy feeling. This building had clean, huge hallways. Decoration plans. The looks of it and the whole area were surprisingly modern, at least for the building which located on the sidecity, not even that far from Kerdon.

Hearing kids weird statement amuses Don. "Are you trying to say cops should live shitly? They are normal human beings too, not all are full of shit. Albeit I'm not what you could call normal," Don calmly points out. The elevator stops. "A crime detective. Drugs and murders. Customer service is not for me."

Wasn't that just one way to admit he himself was full of shit..? Saying he wasn't normal. "Then why you are waisting your time in Kerdon? I'm keeping drugs away from my kids," they step out to the hallway, Free following after Don, eyeing the area carefully. They were heading toward the door on their right.

"Quite a lot of responsibility for a young kid like yourself," Don says and opens the door into his apartment. "After you."

Free gives an annoyed look toward Don and walks fearlessly in. "I'm not a kid."

"Please take off your shoes before going further," man instructs when Free was about to just walk inner the place. Young man turns to stare the man and, after confirming with a glance that man was serious, he removes his shoes.

After the lobby came the big kitchen-living area. There was table with four chairs around it, placed right in front of this long window. You could see the living area right from the doorway. There was nothing unnecessary around. No decoration items or even prints on the wall. Everything looked very clean. Arranged. "Now this is roomy..," Free finally says. "Have you just moved?"

"No, I've live here about six years now. Make yourself comfortable," man clears while taking his own shoes off. "Just don't rob me clean. I like my things where they belong."

"Hah. Like I would steal from the cop," actually, he already did. Besides was there even anything to steal? The Tv looked the only item worth.

"Selling your body isn't the only thing you do?" Don asks, eyeing carefully kids every move while walking closer.

Free tsihs. He went with the flow. Talk out of his tongue. "One apple a day," he quietly answers.

"Aha. So, twentyfour hours. You are mine. Will behave as I want you to?" Don puts his jacket on the rack and walks to the kitchen area where Free already stood.

Younger turns to look Don. Now he was inside. Nowhere to run. "You have a sick fetish," Free answers. But he was not going to back off now. "Do as you wish. I can tolerate what ever you have."

"Wow. Brave words," older smiles and stops his steps right in front of the other. Looking straight down to young mans eyes. "I would like to check your wounds then. May I?"

Free tsihs, doesn't say a word but stay still. Don starts to slowly open the buttons, while keeping his eyes locked on Frees blue eyes. Kids look was strong, like a wild animal ready to bite. That Don liked. This kid has attitude.

After the last button from young mans shirt was open, Don moves his hand on Frees left side, pushing a little. Trying. It was very clear to Don this kid was easing his left side. There must be some kind of injure. The reaction on Frees face said enough. Young man was desperately trying to hide the fact his whole body was shaking, hurting. But not even blink before that. Now kid has to close his eyes. The pain from mans touch was evidently bad.

"Yeah, that's a broken rib," Don clears sighing, losing his touch. The whole area around youngers side was black, so it might not be just a simple broken rib. "Keep your balance on the right. We can tie it to easy the pain."

There were multiple small hit marks and some bite marks. This was clearly an outcome from sexual abuse. "Someone really took his time with you. What a waste," man says after eyeing more of young mans body. He takes his fingers next to Frees left ear and moves some hair away. Yeah, that's a scar. Removed tattoo. Confirmed. The kid in front of him indeed was the same one he met five years ago. How interesting person he has grown up to be.

"Jealous? Can't wait to do the same?" Free grins, spiting. He tried to act as strong as always, but his whole essence focused not to cry in front of this man. That push fucking hurt..

"Don't get me wrong. I would have been way more gentler," Don then whispers to Frees ear. Young man opens his eyes and turns his look on the man. Their eyes met now. Free actually blushes a little, that statement was just too sudden.

Don smirks to kids reaction and keeps looking the marks around his body. Calling it a mistake before prove this young man didn't go with this willingly. Kid has clearly struggled back. "Did he give you something?"

Younger just kept staring the man in silence. What does it matter? It was not this cops business.

When he couldn't get his answer, Don breathes out loudly. "Answer me. Did he drug you?" man asks again impatiently. A little louder, using very authoritative voice . It sounded like a warning. One you didn't want to mess with.

"Probably..," Free then answers quietly. Abashed. But after getting his answer, Dons appearance clearly calmed.

"Did he make you swallow something?" man keeps.

Whatta hell was this interrogation now? "He hold something on my mouth. Like in movies.. Rest is.. I don't.."

"Like in movies? That doesn't work like that," Don explains, eyeing youngers head. "Most likely he hit you with something, using narcotics to keep you still.." He holds Frees chin and raises the head a little, making sure there was no damage on the neck area. "Did you already throw up?" Kids pupils were looking normal.

Free really didn't want to speak about what happened. Especially not with a freaking cop.. "Why are you-" "That's a yes," Don interrupts, showing out he wasn't interested hearing more of that. Kids reaction speak for itself. "All I need to know. Well, you probably wouldn't be standing if you didn't." Next he turns his focus on the damaged eye. "You see with that eye?"

"I do..?" Free was really feeling confused. Being very charged. This calm man could really show out very intimidating character.

"If it doesn't get inflamed it should heal by itself," finally man straightens his back and shows his gently smile. "Aren't you a lucky one."

"You think," Free waves his chin off Dons hold.

"You can take a shower if you want. I'll find you clean clothes to wear," Don suddenly says, lowing his hand. Clearing the air. "You are wearing the same outfit than yesterday when you got out the house. Quite a formal wear too. Bet it's a rent. You want to return it back clean. I'm used to clean blood on clothes so your dress shirt should be like new by tomorrow."

Free glances his arms, then back to Don. True, the skin around his wrists were broken, dry blood have indeed messed the shirt. But still, it wasn't this cops problem to deal. What was this all? Was this mans way to play with him, act so caring so he could attack later? Probably not. Mans gestures felt so irritatingly honest. Like man was only trying to.. Whatta hell, Free was so stunt of this sudden questioning that he actually couldn't find words.

Older man walks past Free. "The shower is in this way. Or you can take a bath if you like," he opens the door and steps inside the bathroom, reaching something from the wall in.

Younger guy finally releases his stretched mind and lets himself relax a little. "I can't read you," Free laughs silently, clearing honestly. "What are you doing? You are cleaning me first, then playing, is that what this is?"

"I'm treating you first, then playing," Don smiles after walking back, passing the towel. "It irritates me to see how you have been treated. I want to make sure you will be okay."

"Ha?" Free tsihs. Whatta hell this cop was acting so worried like?

Dons answer clearly didn't satisfied this young man enough to calm his mind. Try something else. "Didn't I tell you I have no intention to touch a kid like you. Besides you pointed out already you do not do cops, right? So you didn't come here for that," man snaps. "After all I am 'a fucking cop'."

Free stares the older guy, then shows a smile. Laughing. "Hah. Now THAT is a waste. You would have been my first cop," he turns his slightly relaxed look away. He was still doubting cops words, this whole act from him. After Frees shower, man might act very differently. But for now, he would buy it. "Yeah, sure. I can use the shower."