Ben was just reaching out to the troubled little kid still seated on
the ledge of the parking garage, when suddenly, Lucas looked
down to the street six stories below where a beat-up black Pontiac
had come screeching to a stop. The driver’s door of the car swung
open and a white guy with a shiny bald dome reached into the backseat
and dumped something small and dark out on the sidewalk.
“A puppy?” Lucas gasped, his eyes wide with concern for the tiny
gray pit bull puppy sitting there on the sidewalk. Ben’s eyes strayed
from the pup to the bald guy, and just before he slammed his door
shut, he noted the tattoo of a rampant dragon on the right side of the
man’s face. The car then went squealing away down the street.
“Oh, no!” Lucas whispered. “He’s gonna run out into the street!
He’s gonna try and catch that car that left him behind!”
A second later, Lucas whizzed past Ben on his way to the elevator,
determined now to do something about the puppy lost and alone on
the sidewalk far below. Ben followed him into the elevator and several
minutes later, the doors opened and Lucas flitted past him, racing
outside the car park to rescue that pup before he got himself run over
out in the street.
Ben followed behind the little biker kid, who was no longer thinking
about suicide. No, he was now in rescue mode and he actually
took off as if he had wings on his tennies, his sights fixed on the pup
hunkering down in terror out in the middle of the street. Lucas darted
out in front of a very startled woman driver who had braked just in
time to avoid running the pup over. The poor lady actually let out a
shriek as Lucas pounded on her hood with both of his balled fists.
“Don’t move, lady!” he commanded, nailing her with a fierce gaze.
He then centered on the gray pit bull pup cowering at his feet, and it’s
as if his whole world had spun to a stop.
Ben saw the warm look in his blue eyes, the tears that came unbidden
to slowly trickle down his cheeks.
Lucas scooped the pup up into his arms. This little biker kid who
had only a short time ago blown so fiercely out of anger management,
led Ben on a wild chase down six city blocks, and swore so that he
wanted to die, was transformed in those next several seconds as he
cradled the pup in his grasp.
Offering the frightened lady a dismissive glance, Lucas snuggled
the pup against his chest and carried him to the safety of the sidewalk.
Thinking only of being separated from my good buddy, I watched
with worry as Hammer sped away down the street, Grunge peering
through the back window of the Pontiac, offering me a last, sad,
forlorn look. *Bye-bye, Grunger,* I said, feeling a pain in my small
heart. I then looked up at the small, skinny golden-haired kid who
held me. And then, emotions washed over me. Fear. Rage. Sadness.
Confusion. Helplessness. Hopelessness. And a feeling I had never experienced
before, Defiance. They all seemed to be swirling around
this kid as he carried me. I did not know the word for it then, being
only two months into this world, but I was feeling what he felt in a
big-time way. And it sent me into a whirlwind of conflicting emotions
that made me whimper and squirm in his grasp.
Struggling to keep me held snugly against his thin chest, the boy
with the messy blond hair peered down and locked gazes with me,
and I detected something more at the center of the storm.
There beneath the surface of his raw emotions, was a calmness that
made me think everything was going to be all right.
The troubled boy said, “It’s okay, now, Tiger, I have you. You are
safe, and nothing bad is coming your way.”
to be continued . . .