The Day of Misfortune

(Warning: Physical abuse)

[Micheal's POV]

"Hm? W–what should I write in my suicide note?" Walking out of the bar, limping and snorting with staggering footsteps. I was a bit drunk but sane enough to have a sense of direction. My vision was slowly giving out, so I needed to be careful.

"Ah, I have to write that bastard manager's name in it as well. No one–no one will be spared." Today had to be the worst day of my life and things seemed to keep getting worse. I just lost my job and my payment for the month was seized because of a crime I did not commit. How pathetic was that?

My name is Micheal Rodolfo, and throughout the 31 years of my life, I have been bestowed everything on a silver platter. Being loved and spoiled by my parents, graduating at their expense, and later on marrying the girl of my dreams.

However, everything came down crashing when my wife discovered my impotency. It wasn’t all along with the separation from her; I had the most shocking gay awakening upon discovering I liked to bend over backward for other guys.

Not something I had imagined of my life but that's how it went.

Cutting ties with my family, I decided to be independent. Working harder like a bull only to get disappointed each time. I wanted to become a better person, someone who could hold their life together without having to be known as Mama's boy.

Looking outside the taxi window at those blinking and swaying lights. I had to accept the fact that I still couldn’t stand on my own two feet after all. Letting out a breath, passing money to the taxi driver. I looked disheveled, like a total mess. All I needed at that very moment was to meet my boyfriend and drown in his warm embrace.

I exhaled sharply for the millionth time as I stood in front of his wooden door unannounced. I didn't have the chance to since I was thinking about my shitty life all the way to his house. Opening the door, only to hear moans coming from inside.

Assuming that he was jerking off to p**n, there was no need to jump to a conclusion. Though as I walked in, I saw two pairs of underwear on the floor. What caught my eye was a bra on the floor. With a pounding heart while hoping it wasn't what I was thinking, right?

"Zane?" I called out while striding into the living room, only to find Zane sprawled on the floor with a lady underneath him. He was thrusting non-stop and hadn't even heard my voice. "You're cheating on me with a woman?" I yelled and Zane flinched, turning around in shock.

My face contorted in disgust and agony. Just what in the world...?

"Ugh," Zane's unbothered reaction shocked me. He did not look concerned that I had caught him, rather, it looked like he was relieved. "For the love of Christ, can't you read the room?" He asked, then groaned in irritation. "Yeah, I'm fucking a cunt, so what?"

Everything turned out to be one after another nightmare for me. And this, in particular, felt so surreal that my mind could not accept it right away. He was right in front of me with a woman while I stood there frozen like a pathetic fool in denial.

"Why is this happening?" I muttered and watched Zane stand on his feet, leaving the woman he was fucking on the floor. He still had a full-blown erection staring at my face, and he wasn't even trying to hide it. "So, you want to be with a woman?" I asked him and he sneered.

"What? You can’t be serious.” Zane chuckled with annoyance and a mocking expression. “Did you think I would be interested in your old ass for life? I'm tired of screwing you, so fuck off and get a life, old man." He yelled at me and the words had never pierced deeper.

That was when realization hit me and my heart shattered. And to think I was saving up to get him the car he wanted for his birthday. I was such a fool. Instead of crying and running out of there as one would normally do, I got annoyed by his nonchalance and pounced on him.

God knows where I got that courage to take such an action because I was far from capable of winning a fight. As soon as I punched him, I earned one for myself which sent me flying across the room.

"Do you think you're the only one who can use their fist?" He growled angrily. "You're dead!"

And that's how I ended up with more bruises on my face. Pathetic, honestly.

"We're done, so stay the hell away from me, fucking old man." He slammed the door in my face. I might've been older than him but he packed quite a punch for someone younger.

I dragged my beat-up ass out of his front yard, making my way to where I could drink myself to a drunken stupor, and on the way, I got brushed over by a delivery bike.

"Just kill me." I laid flat on the floor, not knowing what else to do with my life.

"Sir, are you okay? Sir?" The delivery man frantically tried to get me to stand. I wished the ground would swallow me up so I didn't have to see another minute of my miserable life. "Sir?"

Like a zombie, I got up to my feet like nothing had happened and continued on my way. The misfortune just kept piling up that it looked like the universe was against me. I even got poured stinking fish water on my way to the bar.

It was the worst. I had to change my clothes in a nearby shop but the smell wouldn't come off. Even while spending my money on expensive liquor, hoping to drown my sorrows, I could not find comfort or relief. I felt even more miserable so I cried, making the people in the bar quite uncomfortable.

But I kept drinking, after all, I was spending my own money and not theirs, so it was none of their business. If a billboard could topple over and crush me and my misfortune, I would be very grateful. At least then, I'd be put out of my sorrow.

"Ugh," I grunted and touched my face which still hurt from the punches I got from my ex a few hours ago. "It hurts like hell." I was dizzy.

Suddenly, I started having this strange sensation that someone was watching me. There was an intense gaze on my shoulders but when I looked back,

"W-who... Who's there?" I called out in a stutter, but there was no response and no one in sight.

Ah, was I talking to myself? I was, wasn't I? After all, why would anyone follow me around, a drunk ass fellow?

"Ah, I definitely drank too much." I had gulped down one too many bottles and it was to the extent I started hallucinating and feeling weird things, I guess.

I brushed whatever feeling I was having off, thinking it was just the alcohol taking over my brain. "Ngh, I'm going to throw up." With those words said, I bent towards the corner where no one would see me and emptied my stomach.

After that, my knees went weak but I knew I couldn't stay there. If I did, I would be in danger of waking up the next morning with nothing on but my briefs, that is, if they were lenient enough to let me keep that last piece of clothing.

I was about to continue walking, planning to flag a taxi when I noticed that at the corner, there was an animal. It looked like a dog and... My nose perked up in the air... I could smell blood.

Was it injured?

I went closer and reached out for it, but it shot its eyes open and scratched me with its claw, digging deep into my arm.

"Ah,"

I stumbled back and fell on my butt.

It was a dog, alright. A black dog with pointy ears and gold eyes. Not a breed you'd see every day.

I guessed the dog was on high alert since it injured me so deeply even if I approached with no ulterior motives. It must've been a wild dog since I couldn't see any collar.

"Ugh," I looked at my hand. Maybe this was what I got for not minding my business. "What am I doing right now? An injured dog by the alley should be the least of my concerns."

I guess I deserved that wound. After all, it was minding its own business and suffering from its injury alone, but then I went ahead to intrude. I best be going and avoid it from attacking me any further.

My arm bled, so I tore my shirt and wrapped it, planning to get it treated as soon as I got home. I was going to leave that ferocious beast to its fate but something kept pushing me to take a good look at it.

That aside, the feeling of someone lurking around still edged at my consciousness, so I was kind of scared.

The wound it gave me seemed to have woken me up because I was completely sober and my reasoning was back, making me fear for whatever was lurking around in the shadows.

I noticed the dog taking steps back but limping as it had a wound in its chest as well as its back leg. It was still on high alert, growling and gnashing its teeth, but it looked even more pitiful like that... I just couldn't leave it.

"Phew!" Despite its rabid behavior, I picked up the dog and it struggled, scraping me on my face and my body.

I had no idea what had come over me but for some reason, I wanted to treat that animal so it wouldn't die.

It stopped struggling only after biting me on my neck, which was quite painful. I felt like it would test my skin apart but it stopped there, magically calming down and falling unconscious.

"My neck is bleeding." I exclaimed but was more focused on the dog in my arms. It was calm.

The first thing I did was head for a vet that was likely available at that hour of the day.

The vet looked at me worriedly while it treated the dog's wounds and occasionally asked,

"Are you okay?" I nodded from time to time but it was still true that I was bleeding. So, he gave me a hand after treating the dog. "No need to pay for your bill, it's on the house." He said and winked.

I was confused but didn't think too much about it. Rather, I was concerned about the dog.

Really, what had come over me that I wanted to save a dangerous dog that could've taken out my eyeballs and bitten off my ears? Was I insane?

And then it started coming back to me.

When I saw the dog lying down alone and wounded on the floor right next to a trash can, it very much reminded me of myself.

I got Divorced after one year of marriage after finding out I was impotent. And then I got a gay awakening that made me bend over to other men.

Not just that, I got fired from my job at that time, so I had to look for another, which led me to the company where I poured my blood and sweat till there was nothing left to drain from me, only to get sabotaged and then fired.

I was left alone with a painful bruise on my face. So, seeing that dog on the corner alone and injured, made me see myself so tragically alone, so I wanted to take it home and give it a place.

At least, if it had a roof over its head, it wouldn't feel like the entire world was against it. Maybe then, I would feel better as well, doing a good deed, that is.

"Well, it's not like I had room to worry about anything else." I rested my back on the chair.

What was left was to live off the remaining money in my bank account and then commit suicide.

I would do it in one of that wicked company's meeting rooms so that the company gets implicated. That was the best way to get revenge.

"Kekekeke," the vet looked at me worriedly, probably wondering if I had gone mad but I was sane. I was just... Fed up.

I took the dog home. It was still unconscious, thanks to the sedative given to it and I thankfully had another living being in my big apartment.

I dropped the dog on the bed and laid down as well.

"I'm so exhausted," I exclaimed and slowly, I closed my eyes.

That night, my house was filled with light at the transformation of the animal I brought home with me.

There was suddenly a big naked man sitting on the spot where I had laid the dog and he was staring at me while I slept, his black eyes gazing deeply at me.

He had a pair of dog- no, wolf ears perked up at the top of his head, and a furry tail sticking out of his lower back. His eyes were intently fixed on my neck, the bandaged part, where it had bitten me, and after staring for a few minutes, he raised his head to glance around my house.

It was at that moment that he sought to ask,

"Where am I?"