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What is Songbook? Songbook is a story series inspired by certain songs that follow the life of one poor soul or another. The first chapter of the first volume of songbook is inspired by 500 Miles Away From Home by Reba McEntire, the second chapter is inspired by You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This by Toby Keith and the third is inspired by The Story Of Beauty by Destiny's CHild

500 Miles Away From Home

The teenager looked up at the ceiling, he stared into the shadows as the older fur used him, in every physical way possible. When he felt the leopard's greasy hands try to get a better grip of his hips he knew that he'd be finished momentarily. The cat's seed ran out of the teenager as he with drew, and proceeded to get redressed.

The brown hair teen brushed mane out of his eyes, "So that pays for my room for the night right?"

The hotel owner, a large balding leopard looked down at the teen. "Yeah you were good enough, oh and here." The leopard pulled out a crumpled up bill and threw it at the horse. "That's for not screaming and throwing my rhythm off."

The teen didn't look at the crumpled up money until the hotel's owner had left the room. He then picked up the money. "A twenty, not bad, a roof over my head for a night and food in my belly for a couple days and all it cost me was an hour of my time a little of what remains of my self worth."

But all of his self reassurances couldn't stop the tears from welling up in his eyes as he painfully made his way to the bathroom to clean up the small scratches and other marks he had on his body. After that he took a long hot bath to help his sore muscles and tender ass.

Once he knew he was physically clean, he rarely FELT clean these days but everything had its price. He went back into bed and even though it was mid-August pulled the sheets and comforter up to his neck and fell asleep in a defensive position. It's amazing what habits one develops out of circumstance.

He woke at dawn, got dressed, grabbed his coat and went downstairs to the restaurant to eat. While he was waiting for his eggs to come he took a piece of paper out of his pocket and once more for the thousandth time read the words there.

"Hey honey,

I'm sorry things didn't work out for you in New York, why don't you come home? We'll try and scratch up the money some how. I'm sure Ryan will help.

It's all forgiven, we're not mad at you for running and neither is Ryan. We just want you back with us. Your father quit drinking shortly after you ran away, he thought I should let you know that for some reason. Anyhow give us a call when you can.

Love,

Your mother."

The tired teen put away the letter as his eggs arrived. He hadn't asked for money, he'd be able to make it home on his own he had said. He could pretend he still had pride at least in front of them he could. He didn't want to be seen as any more of a failure in their eyes, that and when he had received the letter he had been living at the "Y" for a month, the streets two months before that so it wasn't like he wasn't going to experience anything new to what he already had to survive.

He was most likely about four days away from home now, which made him excited but he had to contain his excitement otherwise people in situations like his would think he had money or drugs or both.

After paying for breakfast, he left the hotel and as he went by the front desk the owner licked his lips, smiling. The teen couldn't help but shudder. Outside he noticed a truck driver just getting ready to leave, "Which way you going?"

The trucker, a gopher of some 40 odd years looked at the young man, "West."

"You accept passengers? I'm trying to get home."

The trucker looked warily at the young colt, he normally didn't accept passengers but there was something in this one's eyes that said he was legit, so the trucker leaned over and opened his passenger side door. The teen thanked him as he got on.

The truck pulled out of the parking lot...

You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This

Ryan, a grey wolf of light colouring, yawned as he brought the vacuum up to his room. He was glad that he was almost done cleaning, it was the last on a list of chores he needed to do before he was free with his time for the weekend. After running the vacuum quickly over his royal blue carpet he went to move the dresser to start on the more thorough job.

When he moved the dresser he found a Polaroid behind it, he picked up the Polaroid and was shocked as to how he let it fall behind there in the first place. It was a picture of himself and his love Alec at their grade 11 spring dance, horse and wolf side by side.

Ryan had not been having a good time at the dance, it was dark, the music was cheesy, everyone danced in couples except for himself who had just recently come out of the closet and as such had yet to be fully accepted.

Alec a classmate from history had come up to him looked down and held out his hand. "Care to give me the honor of a dance?"

Ryan had been a wee bit skeptical, "Serious? Cause if your not I'm not in the mood to be screwed around with."

Alec smiled, keeping his hand extended said. "Serious."

Ryan had put his hand into Alec's hand and they walked to the center of the dance floor. The two gingerly placed their hands on each other and began to slow dance to the music. It was at that point that Ryan understood why the music was the way it was. It helped heighten the emotions he was feeling and as for the lightening the semi darkness they were in made him feel like he and Alec were the only ones on the dance floor. Ryan looked at him. "People might be watching Alec..."

Alec looked at him, with a set of beautiful brown eyes, smiled and replied. "If I really cared would I do this?"

Alec leaned forward and kissed Ryan, who at first tried to break away, confused but it didn't take him too long to give up and reciprocate...

Ryan felt tears running down his face for the thousandth time in the last several months. Alec and he had started dating and things were great! Ryan hadn't been so happy, he thought Alec was happy but one day Alec's father had called him up at Ryan's house and said he needed to get him home they had something important they had to do right away. Alec had gone home, and the next day Alec's mother had called saying she found a note from Alec saying he was going to New York, he needed to get away from here.

Ryan had had his heart crushed, and spent weeks trying to figure out what he did wrong. Then one night he received a call from Alec. Alec said he was coming home as soon as he was able if people were willing to forgive him, he had run from something he shouldn't have. When asked what he had run from Alec said he'll tell Ryan in person.

That was good enough for Ryan, he dried his eyes, put the picture back on his dresser and looked at the calendar. Only four days before Alec was suppose to be home, he shook with excitement at the thought. At the thought of seeing Alec again, smelling Alec again, touching Alec again, giving Alec one of those messages he liked so much...quickly Ryan grabbed a towel and headed for the shower. He had developed the need for one all of a sudden...

The Story Of Beauty

Alec's father while looking for the ammonia found a bottle of whiskey that had yet to be opened. He stood up looking at the bottle in his hand then with all of his might slammed the full bottle into the basement's sink. Glass sprayed everywhere, Alec's father started to clean it up. He found a large piece of glass, looked at his wrist and wondered again if he shouldn't just make life easy for his son.

It all started when he lost his job, and his wife had to work nights, all night which meant she slept all day. While he slept all night and was awake all day, this situation aggravated his sexual drive to no ends. Then while he in one of his many alcohol induced stupors he noticed his son dancing. He knew his son was gay, he was a bit bi himself and the alcohol and sexual aggravation let him look past the fact that the young, fit man in front of him was his son.

That night just after his son had turned out the light in his room, Alec's father had gone in and looked at the young sleeping teen, who at that time was sleeping in just his boxers. He felt his erection grow, and mounted the back of the sleeping teen. Which stirred Alec from his sleep, when he asked who was there the answer he received was a shut up before his father's hand removed his boxers, and forcibly entered him.

Alec had cried, his father grabbed him by the neck and began to choke. He looked at his son, "If you tell anyone I'll kill you, you little bitch!"

Then let go and went to watch T.V...

Alec's father sat there holding broken glass in his hands crying cause he visited his son many times after. He knew that's why Alec ran away to New York, he just hoped his son was willing to give him the second chance he didn't deserve.