Hectic

Calvin blinked.
"Oh.... I'm sorry kid. I think I can only catch that from fucking you but I won't do it again." He apologized.

He nodded.
Im just worried. I dont want you to get it. And if I bleeding, dont touch my blood or anything just...don't.

He frowned but nodded.
"I can't promise that though. If you're hurting I might want to help ya..."

You have to or else you cant be around me. I cant hurt you.
He frowned, taking Calvin's hand back.

"... alright." Calvin sighed, nodding.

Gabriel licked his lips, writing in his neat scrawl.
"Sing for me?"

"Uh, sure." Calvin smiled. He wrapped an arm around Gabriel as he sang softly to him.

By the time he was done Gabriel was asleep, his breath quiet, he was sweating out fever.

Calvin smiled at him. He didn't want to wake him and he didn't want to make him stay out here all night..
He quietly took out the phone and flipped through it. He felt sort of creepy but after looking through the phone for a few minutes he had Gabriel's address. He gently scooped him up, Gabriel didn't even stir. He carried him to the house and knocked lightly on the door.

Quincy opened it, immediately glaring at his son.
"Please, please, tell me that whore did not fuck you?"
When he was so upset he didnt think of what he said.

Calvin felt the switch coming but he pinched himself to stop it. He had done rather good today.
"Sir, I don't know who you are but Gabriel is not a whore. And NO we did not fuck. I've been keeping people from harassing him all day and I don't plan on fucking him." Calvin brushed a strand of hair from Gabriel's face.

Quincy nodded, gently taking him from Calvin.
"Im sorry, him and his...sickness has me upset."
He offered his hand.
"Im Quincy McDaniels."

"Calvin Pierce." He shook the hand, nodding.

"Well its late, and since you apparently spent time with him for him instead of fucking...You wanna come in?"

"Uh, sure." He shrugged, nodding.

Quincy lead him in. The house was messy but not dirty. With nine people it was hard to keep clean. He took Gabriel to his room and shut the door, raising a brow at him.
"So, im the only one up, kids are asleep and Zac dont feel good."

"So your his father?" He nodded, it was more of a statement.

"Yeah, im the not so proud daddy of the little brat." He smiled softly. "I love him to death though." Quincy sat down with a sigh.

"Well he seems sweet just..." He hummed, thinking of the right word. "taken advantage of..."

Quincy raised a brow.
"How so? Tell me..."

"From what I've noticed, he was, well I don't think so but sort of a whore. I don't know if he made the first move or what but people could easily say no..." He sighed, shrugging.

"He never thought his mother didnt love him....So he got the love from any man he could....but never more than one night."

"Thats... just sad." He shook his head. "Anyways... does he choose not to talk or can he physically not?"

"He....is weird. Lately I dont think he CAN, other times I just don't think he wants to. I have heard him say maybe twenty words in his whole life."

Calvin nodded.
"Interesting... he's certainly unique ain't he?" He smirked.