The rain poured, making my hair, jacket, and pants soaked to the brim. I could feel cold water, through my soaked jeans, on my legs and hands. Water continually dripped from my hair with more raindrops falling on my head, making my hair look like straw. I could hear the sound of mud beneath my shoes. My socks were probably soaked as well, not that it mattered.

I wish my dad's problems would leave me alone. Why did I agree to pay my father's debts? They're not my problem! If my dad wants to find himself in jail drunk as a skunk, he should go to jail. It's not like he's going to get any better! Why do I even bother? Why didn't I go with Mom when I was young? Why did I have to believe my dad when he told me he'd die if I left him? He's never going to change.

I held two jobs to support myself and Dad. I left home about two years ago and never regretted it, despite being held back two to three times. I didn't care anymore. I thought moving would get rid of my father for good, but he just keeps coming back. His debts continually haunted me. It shouldn't be my problem, but it is. All my father is doing is using me as a scapegoat. I shouldn't even be worrying about him, but I am... I bother!

The anger I hold, I take it out on a few kids at my school that drive me out of my mind or won't leave me alone. One of them is this kid named Alex Baylor. He's okay, I suppose, but his voice is so high-pitched it drives me insane, and he's such a wimp. He never plays any sports, but stays inside in the corner and plays with little games he brings like Dominoes. He asks everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, to play games with him. The worst part of it is I swear he keeps staring at me! Not in a creepy kind of way, but in a pity way. I hate it, and he still stares at me like that, after I beat him senselessly. Justin thinks Alex is gay, but I digress.

Speaking of Justin, my best friend, at least he's someone that feels what I'm feeling. He's been through worst situations than me. His mother was raped by her father, and gave birth to him. His older sister is a different story. Ever since their parents died, they've been on their own together with Freddy, Justin's nephew, to support. It's the main reason why Justin hasn't dated any girls yet. He's had a few girls laid at different clubs, but that's as far as he's gone, considering relationships, and he only does it as a hobby.

This is the life I live, living in a small apartment, paying my father's debts, holding down two jobs, steaming off at school against people I don't care, wasting myself sometimes, and getting a few hookers laid to get rid of my troubles. Still, it's not enough. Nothing is ever enough. I want more.

I looked up at the half moon in the sky through my straw bangs. If only I could be taken from here at this moment. If only I could fly away into the nightly sky where the moon is, and never turn back. I could only smile at the thought. I knew it was never going to happen, but I wished dear in my heart. If I had wings, I could fly out of this dump, and lie on the moon, no longer wishing to breathe. I would no longer care or worry.

I began looking to my right, and noticing a tree standing there. I walked toward the tree, and sat right under it, looking up at the moon. I closed my eyes, then began to stop my breath, just to no longer breathe. Everything seemed peaceful for this one moment. I want this to last, even the pain in my lungs seemed refreshing.

Suddenly, a huge bundle fell right on top of me, forcing me to breathe out. I cried out in pain, feeling the whatever the hell it was right on top of me. First, I grunted, then wiped the rain water away from my eyes to see what fell on me. From what I could see, it was a person, probably a middle school kid or something, in an auburn hoody, a pair of dirty jeans, and muddy tennis shoes. He was soaked to the brim! Why would anyone be so stupid enough to be caught dead in the rain in a hoody with no jacket. Wouldn't he get sick? Even if he was poor like me, why didn't he just seek shelter, a bathroom, a gas station to get away from the rain?

I groaned, then flipped the guy over to see his face as I asked, "what's the big idea!?" That's when I saw his face, Alex. Why the hell is he here? Was he spying on me!? He better not have been! I moved to his side, then realized he passed out. His face looked as pale as the moon, and his breathing seemed short. The first thing I did was feel his forehead. It was burning up like a hot iron skillet! I knew right away Alex was sick with the flu. I snorted. "You're such a dumbass, Alex. What the hell were you thinking walking in the rain with a hoody? Even a cat or dog knows to get away from the rain."

I got up on my feet, sighing, before walking off back to my truck. I should be getting back home. At least I had something to keep my head up, a sick Alex. He's probably going to die tonight.

That's when I stopped, feeling my body turn to stone, while my chest began to feel stiff. Why am I reacting like this? Deep down inside I knew the answer. I looked back at Alex's pale body lying on the wet grass, while the rain continually poured like a giant shower. Goosebumps began forming on me as I focused on Alex's lips. Is that blue I'm seeing? Suddenly, I rushed to Alex to make sure his lips weren't blue. I sighed in relief when I saw it was just the reflection of the rain playing tricks on me.

My lips scrunched. I couldn't win this game. I flipped Alex over my shoulder, then whispered, "you owe me big time, Alex. You better be thanking me after this!"

I ran to my truck, opened the door, then threw Alex onto the front seat before slamming the door shut, then turning on the pickup. I drove down the street on my way back to my apartment. I was so mad, mostly because I was forcibly helping the most annoying guy in school get well just because he was being a complete idiot. Why am I doing this? Is it because this was 'the right thing to do'? Like I ever did anything that was the right thing to do!

Alex better be thanking me for this! I was going to leave him in the rain to die. Boy, wouldn't that have been a hoot!? I can almost see it right now! Linda would be crying next to his gravestone, that little bitch, who defends the guy like a hawk or mother hen. I heard she moved yesterday, but she'd probably find the money to make it to the funeral. All of Alex's family, if Alex had one, would be weeping over the little bastard for being a complete idiot. Was he trying to kill himself? If he was, he's dumber than I thought. Then again, I was thinking of dying too. Whatever! I saved him, so why does it matter now?

I paid attention to the road, making sure I didn't drive too fast in the rain. The windshield wipers wiped out the liquid from the front window of my truck as I drove down the road. Alex was out like a light, never moving. He's not even shaking. That kid owes me a lot! I could feel the fear of not making it to my house on time before Alex's sickness grows worse. I'm not taking Alex to the hospital to pay for his stupid medical bill, and I've not no health insurance anyways. If I can take care of him at home, then that's what I'm going to do.

I finally made it to my apartment, parking my truck, then held Alex over my shoulder before walking to my apartment. I made my way up the stairs to the front door before reaching in my pocket for my keys. I unlocked the door, then made my way inside. Alex was dripping wet, water droplets dribbling on the floor. First thing is first, and the first thing I need to do is get Alex's wet clothes off of him.

I laid Alex carefully on the floor of my bathroom, and began stripping off his clothes. I really didn't want to do this, but if he keeps his clothes on, he'll both ruin my couch, and probably grow even more sick. I took off his hoody, throwing it across the floor, then his shoes and socks. They were so wet, a cup of water was inside each shoe. How long was Alex in the rain? I sighed, pouring the water in the sink, then throwing them across the floor, followed by his socks.

The next pair of clothing I took off was the jeans, which were almost as dripping wet as the hoody. I noticed Alex's briefs seemed... I don't know. Not a pair I'd be caught dead wearing anyways! Maybe Alex is gay. I threw the jeans across the floor, then began unbuttoning his white collared shirt. I sighed, then noticed a piece of clothing underneath... an undershirt? Too tight to be an undershirt. Wait a second! Why the hell is Alex wearing a BRA? This didn't make sense! I began unbuttoning more of the shirt and... the answer hit me. I jumped back, my back hitting the door. Oh my gosh! OH MY GOSH! Alex has BREASTS!? I am not seeing this! There is just no way I'm seeing this! I turned around, and began facing the door, opening it and making my way to the hall closet. Alex is a girl.

Why was Alex cross-dressing during school? I suppose it isn't against school policy to cross-dress, but even the cross-dressers I meet let me know their gender. Sometimes it would be due to the expenses of the uniforms. I guess if I were a girl, I'd be having to steal from my dad's hidden money safe in order to buy the damn uniform. Could Alex not scrounge up some money?

Did I ever catch Alex going into the girl's bathroom? Not really. I did drag her in the boy's bathroom though. Did I ever see her going to the Girl's Locker Room? I never really pay attention, unless I'm being perverted. Did anyone ever refer to Alex as a her? Nope. Everyone saw Alex as a boy, not a girl, even the girls. I'm sure at least one of them caught Alex going to the Girl's Bathroom or the Girl's Locker Room. Alex's hair was short and messy like a boy as well, so it didn't make any sense. It just didn't add up! I don't know, Alex doesn't come out as the cross-dresser type.

I began looking back at the times I would pin Alex against the wall, punch her across the face, and leave her with a couple of bruises, a black eye... I hit a girl. Cross-dresser or not, I hit a girl! I shook the thought off. Alex should've told me she was a girl! She probably pretended to be a guy for some dumbass reason, if she's stupid enough to go out in the rain like that!

I got out a towel and used it to cover Alex's breasts as I unbuttoned the white collared shirt. I threw the shirt across the floor before carefully stripping off Alex's sports bra and underwear. I turned my eyes away, so I wouldn't see Alex's treats before wrapping the sick girl in the towel, then carrying her to my bed. I couldn't put her on the couch! If Justin came, while Alex was under the covers naked, he'd be getting his most shocking porno under there. I'm nursing Alex to health, not taking pictures for Playboy magazine!

Alex was under the covers of my bed, only her head showing. I left the room, closing the door, before squeezing out the water from her clothes in the bathroom, now noticing they were girl clothes, except the hoody. The hoody was for any gender. Right now, I didn't care. After rinsing the clothes dry, I stuck them in the drier, and turned it on.

I got out blankets and a pillow for myself to sleep on, on the couch. I watched some TV, then turned that and the lights off before heading to bed. What happened that night was only the beginning.