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They drove in silence, and when the arrived home, and got inside, Roy followed them into the living room and sat in the seat his father was pointing to.

"Ok, what the fuck did you do!" His dad bellowed.

Roy rolled his eyes. Of course, it was his fault. He started this fight and got suspended on purpose. "What did I do? I didn't do anything! It was that Ga--"

"Don't give me that bullshit!" his dad interrupted," We know the Howards, and their son would never start anything like this!" His dad was angry apparently before he had gotten called.

"But dad! I swe--"

"Don't you backtalk me Roy Gainley!" his dad screamed, once again cutting Roy off.

"But I'm telling the fucking tr--"

Roy's dad, although being a German Sheppard, with catlike reflexes, grabbed his sons arm and slung him against the wall. "Do not use that foul language with me! EVER!"

Roy's eyes were wet with fury. He jerked away from his fathers grip, and pushed his dad away from him, which sent him back a few feet. This only sent his father into an even further state of rage. Roy turned around and began to walk down the hall. Roy's father grabbed his shoulder, whipped him around, and slapped him in the face incredibly hard, sending him to the ground.

Roy hit the ground. His father grabbed his shoulders and dragged him to his feet. Roy was nearly crying with not so much pain, but anger and hatred.

"You little bitch. Go to your room and don't come out!"

Roy once again jerked from his grip. He acted fast. He gathered all his strength, and using his rage, he reared back and punched his dad dead in the face, right between the eyes.

Roy's dad hit the floor, knocked out cold. His mother screamed. "I'm sick of your bullshit," Roy said, before he turned and ran out the door. He ran as hard as he could down the street. He got to a gas station and walked into the bathroom and washed his face, and wiped his fur off with a few paper towels. He sat on the toilet and thought to himself. He definitely couldn't go back, right now. He had a key to the house, and thirty dollars in his wallet. He stood up, walked out and back down the road toward his parents' house. He checked his watch and was amazed that it had only been half an hour since his fight with Gary.

He turned right onto another street. He got to the city park and sat down. A few hours later, after thinking, and walking to the library and back, he saw a school bus stop at John's house. He waited a few minutes and knocked on John's door. John opened the door and looked at Roy, surprised.

"Roy? Dude! Where have you been? Here, come in," Roy walked into the house and followed John into his living room. He quickly explained the fight with Gary, and with his dad. "You knocked out your dad," He asked, shocked.

"Yea... you know how much shit he's done to me. He's had it coming for years." John nodded.

"So what do you plan to do. You can't go back to your house apparently."

"I'm going to"

"For what?"

"I need to get some stuff"

"How?"

"I'll go tomorrow when they're at work."

"You have a key?"

"Yep, they will no doubt call here. When they ask, tell them you haven't seen me.

"You're welcome to crash here as long as you need to." John said, smiling at Roy.

"Thanks man" Roy said smiling back. Roy honestly had no idea where he was going.

"So what now?" He asked Roy.

"I'm not entirely sure. I guess for now you should just act like it didn't happen. I am sorry I have put this on you."

"Oh dude, don't worry about it! You're my best friend; I'd do anything for you."

Later that night, Roy and John met Greg and Chad at a local restaurant. They grabbed a booth and ordered drinks.

"So Roy, what happened?" asked Chad. Roy hadn't seen Chad yet today. He would have in his 3rd hour class... but that didn't happen.

Chad, like John, was a tiger cat, but he was white with black stripes on his body. He was about 5"8', taller than Roy, and about 165 pounds. He was big and muscular, the kind of guy you were happy to have as a friend. Roy explained the whole story again, this time to Chad and Greg.

"Good god, you knocked out your own dad?" Chad asked.

"Yea but he had it c--" He stopped short. He squinted and noticed his Doctor, Dr. Clint.

Dr. Clint was one of the best looking canines Roy had ever seen. He was a golden retriever. He had golden, soft fur, or he supposed it was soft, he hadn't had the opportunity to feel it himself. He was a solid 6 ft tall and looked about 185 pounds, all muscle. He had seen him at the gym multiple times when he passed it walking around town. Roy wondered what he was doing here. This was mainly a place where teens hung out.

He snapped back to his booth, all his friends staring at him.

"What?" he said, trying to sound innocent.

"You were talking and all the sudden you just stopped..." said Greg. The waiter brought their meals and they ate, with general discussion, talking idly. Roy couldn't help but glance back at Dr. Clint, who also returned glances with smiles and, Roy thought he saw, a few winks.

When Roy turned, John was giving him a suspicious, but strangely seduc-tive look. Roy raised an eyebrow and took another bite of his burger. After they finished, everyone divided up the bill and tip and they went their separate ways waving and saying goodbye to one another. When John and Roy got back to John's house, and were in his room, John sat in a chair and looked at Roy with a raised eyebrow.

"What?"

"You were eyeing Doctor Clint!"

"Huh"

John giggled and smirked at Roy. "I saw you at the diner! Eh, I can't blame you though."

Roy thought his fur might turn red, because he was blushing severely un-der it, " What... what do you mean?"

"Well, for one thing, He's hot as hell. And second of all, he's a doctor!" He smiled again," I always thought you were gay."

"Well you're very smart," Roy said with a giggle. Roy knew there was nothing to hide so he might as well go with it. "So I take it you are too. Sounds like you got the hots for Dr. Clint also."

"Eh... sure he's hot, but he's a little old for me. I like guys my own age."

They talked for a few minutes then Roy checked his watch. It was 9:30 p.m. "I'm going to take a shower," John said. Roy nodded and watched him as he walked into the bathroom in his room. Roy listened, he heard his clothes faling from his body and hitting the floor. This was followed by the sound of running water. Just listening made Roy's pants jump. He imagined what John must look like in the shower. He imagined the warm water runnig through his short orange fur, down his shoulders and chest, down his belly to his thighs, cascading down his entire body as he washed himself.

Roy must have been daydreaming a while, because suddenly, the water stopped, and Roy's eyes opened as the bathroom door swung open.