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I don't even know who to trust anymore.

"Cyd! Let go of him!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Fear filled my mind as I watched Cyd's claws deepen inside of Mike's neck. His fangs were sticking out in anger, ready for a fight. Mike's eyes were filled with fright just as much as mine were. We both had no idea what Cyd was going to do.

"Why should I?" Cyd screamed back at me in frustration. His teeth were strained tight and his eyes were fixed on Mike's. I could feel the terror in Mike's body; he thought he was going to die.

"Because I want you to!" I screamed back in a final effort. Cyd turned to me and covered his fangs. I looked up at him with my worried eyes which were filled with tears; he could feel my pain. Cyd's claws slowly let go of Mike's neck, allowing him to take in a deep breath of air and scatter away quickly.

"Are you happy yet Nate?" Cyd yelled at me. I looked deep into his eyes, but did not since any bit of guilt. He didn't hurt Mike out of pure instinct; he knew exactly what he did and why he did it. "Don't expect me to apologize." Cyd turned quickly and stormed off into the kitchen. I had never seen him this angry before, but the way Mike looked at Cyd as he stormed out hinted that he had.

"And you honestly love him?" Mike asked me while he tried to stop the blood from flowing out of his neck. His paws were wrapped around the wounds and his face showed sincere pain.

"Don't talk about him like that." I replied firmly.

"Like what? I stayed here with you because you called me; you needed my help. I drove all the way down here, did everything you needed me to, and kept you company all night. How do I get repaid? Your fucking boyfriend tries to kill me." I looked down at him and bit my lip slightly. I didn't want to come to the conclusion that Cyd was a bad guy; there had to be something else about the situation that I just didn't see. "Why do you trust him anyway?"

"I trust him because he was there when no one else was there for me. I trust him because he ran away with me the second I asked him to. I trust him because I love him," I replied strongly. It was one thing to talk negatively about Cyd, but another to question my love for him. I can admit I wasn't a strong guy, but I could easily stand up for something I felt strongly about.

"You honestly don't see it do you?" Mike looked up to me and focused his eyes hard at me. His mischievous glare looked mistrusting, but I was blinded by frustration.

"See what?" I asked in both confusion and anger.

"You two haven't had sex yet." I took a step forward in curiosity. Sure the statement was somewhat random, but he was right. Was he a good guesser or did he actually have a point?

"What are you talking about?" I asked in a quiet tone. I wanted to figure out where he was going with the conversation.

"I know you two haven't had sex yet," he stated again.

"How do you know? Why does it even matter?"

"I know that because I've known Cyd for years. He takes little innocent pups like you and makes them fall in love with him. After they trust him, he fucks them and then spits them out like trash. I can tell he hasn't had sex with you because you're still around. Don't expect to be around for long."

I looked down at him in disgust. How could he make up stories about Cyd like that? Was it all for revenge? But then again, he was right about some things. Cyd and I hadn't had sex yet, so I couldn't prove his theory wrong. Cyd also told me that he had raped a young dog before, but I could tell he regretted the whole thing. Mike's thoughts were both accurate and completely wrong, which made me extremely confused and unsure. I gathered up all of my attention and came to a quick conclusion. Whether it was wrong or right, I was going to stick with it until I was swayed either way.

"You're lying," I said calmly, "now get out." I turned around and walked towards Cyd in the kitchen. My thoughts were scattered, but I knew it wasn't best to have both Mike and Cyd in the same area. As I entered the Kitchen, I saw Cyd washing his face off in the sink. I could tell he was trying to calm himself down, but I wasn't sure how well it was working. "Cyd," I called out quietly, "you okay?"

"Why'd you call him?" he asked angrily, refusing to look in my direction.

"I was lonely, but you're back so it doesn't matter," I replied shamefully and optimistic.

"It does matter Nate. I trusted you, but you completely stabbed me in the back." I couldn't understand why he was making such a big deal out of the situation. My actions seemed perfectly fine and loyal to me, but Cyd seemed to think differently. There had to be something I didn't know.

"I didn't betray you Cyd. He just kept me company while you were gone; we didn't do anything together." I approached Cyd slowly, trying to show him that I still felt safe around him despite all of his actions. Sadly, it was a lie.

"I know you didn't, but you're mine. Understand Nate? I'm not losing you to anyone, especially that bitch. You should've just waited for me, it's not that fucking hard to just be alone for one night." I couldn't believe the anger he was taking to me. He was completely ignoring my feelings and focusing on his own. Not to mention his rudeness left me in awe. The nice, caring Cyd I knew was making himself look like a monster.

"Don't blame me for feeling lonely after everything I've been through. You're the one who went off and got himself arrested."

"Well I'm not the one who got my brother killed."

That was it; that was my breaking point. I could stand the rudeness and the insults, but when he blamed me for Luke's death, I just had enough. His eyes looked up at mine the second he finished his sentence. I could tell he didn't mean to say what he said, but it didn't change the fact that he said it. "Nate, I didn't mean that," he confessed quietly.

"Screw you Cyd." I turned my body around and stormed out of the kitchen. I had been through too much lately to be put down by the guy that I cared about. I had been through too much to be treated like trash. I started to think that maybe Mike was right; maybe Cyd was a fraud. No matter how hard I refused to believe it, Mike could be right.

I walked into the living room and looked around; Mike was nowhere to be seen. I wasn't sure exactly what was going through my mind, but one thing I was sure of was that I had to get out of this house; I had to get away from Cyd.

I know, I know. Once again I was running away from my problems. Throughout my entire life I've noticed that things are easier to deal with once I just forgot about them. I realized it wasn't always the right thing to do or the best thing to do, but it was the easiest thing to do. Easy just turned out to be the simplest way to go, even if it got me into trouble.

"Mike!" I screamed as I ripped open the front door, "Mike wait up!" I looked out onto the driveway in front of me. The headlights of the car in front of the driveway were on bright and the passenger window was rolled down, making the sound of my voice reach the driver's ear with ease.

I continued to run up to the vehicle, praying that Mike would forgive the actions of both me and Cyd, just so I had someone to be with. I reached down at the handle and popped the passenger door open and hopped in the car. Mike looked down at me in confusion; he had no idea what I was doing.

"Can I help you?" he asked in a rude voice.

"I think you might be right," I replied, "about Cyd and everything." His eyes squinted and he scanned my emotions quickly. I still didn't know if what I was doing was right, but like I said before, it was easy.

"What changed your mind?" he asked with a somewhat flirty tone.

"Cyd did, just get me away from here." He complied with my request without hesitation and began to push forward down the road. As the car pressed on, I decided to take one last look out onto the house that I was so eager to leave. I noticed that Cyd was standing on driveway watching me leave. He looked broken and vulnerable. He looked sorry.

I ripped my head back forward and looked out onto the daytime scenery. I knew that staring at Cyd's sad body for more than a few seconds would change my thoughts dramatically and it maybe even would've made me turn back around. I continued to resist in fear that it was all a mask; a façade.

"So where do you want me to take you?" Mike asked in the deadly silence. His paws gripped the steering wheel tight and eyes were concentrated on the road.

"Anywhere," I replied, "anywhere but here."

"Well why don't I just bring you back to Envi? I've got to start work in a few hours anyway, they won't mind if I bring you." He turned his head down at me and smiled with an odd sort of glee. He didn't seem like he was letting anything bother him. I guess he didn't have much to be upset about.

"I didn't know you worked at Envi." I replied, staring at the wounds on his neck. They had finally stopped bleeding, but they were very noticeable.

"Yup, but it's a lot different during the day time. There's no music, dancing, or flashing lights."

"Then what is there?" I asked as my curiosity began to take me away.

"An empty dance floor and some lazy workers," he confessed as he chuckled a bit. "It's pretty boring, but I'll give you something to do." I tried to laugh a bit, but I still had so much on my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about Cyd or what he said to me.

As we approached Envi, I took a long look at the neon sign that stood in front. The bright letters were no longer illuminated and the sunlight's glare on the brick made the building look cheap and run-down.

"Well, we're here," Mike said as he put the car into park. I looked over at him and nodded before popping the car door open and stepping out of the vehicle. As we walked up to the front door of the building, Mike quickly jumped ahead and held the door open for me. It was a gesture that Cyd once did for me, which showed me that Mike was trying to care.

I looked around the somewhat normal building; the dance club was definitely not as lively without the lights and sounds. There was trash and empty cups scattered throughout the floor from the night before and no one besides a few workers was there to be seen. I was surprised when I noticed a familiar face amongst them.

"Is that Ralph?" I asked Mike as I pointed to the young greyhound. Mike looked over at him and his face turned to disgust. Something was going through his head, but it wasn't a good thought.

"Yup, that's him," he said disappointedly. I began to walk towards Ralph; excited to see another familiar face. When he noticed me coming towards him, he looked up and gave me a friendly smile. Seeing all the drama that was going on between Mike and Cyd, Ralph was the only neutral face I knew.

"Hey there little pup, back so soon?" he asked me as he tried to hide the fact that he was working instead of partying.

"Yeah, Mike thought it'd be a good idea if I stayed around here for today." Judging by the look on his face he didn't take that news too well. Ralph looked up at Mike, trying to hide his anger, and glared at him hard.

"Why is he with you?" he asked mike with a very interrogative voice. His eyes were focused strong and he wasn't about to break concentration.

"Ralph, just stay out of our business, this has nothing to do with you," Mike replied to hostile question.

"Does Cyd know you have his husky?"

"He doesn't belong to anyone," Mike growled, "but yes, Cyd knows he's with me." I appreciated that Mike was standing up for me, but I could just as easily stand up for myself.

"Ralph, don't worry about me," I interrupted, "I can take care of myself." He nodded and stood aside, allowing his hostility to fall.

Everyone around me seemed like they were trying to protect me. Cyd tried to protect me by running away, Mike tried to protect me from Cyd, and Ralph was trying to protect me from Mike. Nobody realized that I could take care of myself just as easily.

"Want to see the best thing about this place?" Mike asked with curiosity. I nodded in agreement, slightly excited about what he was planning. He grabbed my paw tightly and led me to across the room and to a small door.

"What is it?" I asked hastily.

"Just you wait," he replied with a big smile. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key ring. After isolating a specific one, he stuck it into the door and pushed it open, revealing a small room filled by a large computer with multiple monitors.

"Did you enjoy all of the music and lights last night?" he asked as his sat down and started punching in different characters and numbers.

"Yea, it was awesome! Why?" I replied anxiously.

"Well, this system is what controls it all; every color from the lights and every sound from the speakers. Want to see how it's done?" He rolled his seat back and signaled me to sit on his lap. With the lack of chairs, I figured I had no choice. Or maybe that's just what I was telling myself.

I proceeded as he asked and sat carefully on his lap. As he wrapped his arms around my waist, I lowered my tension and let the comfort take me in. "So what do I do?" I asked both flirtatiously and curiously. He lifted his paw up and pointed to the monitor on the far left.

"See that?" he said, "that controls the light patterns. There are different settings for spirals, lines, and just hypnotic chaos." I laughed a bit and placed my paw nervously on his leg. I wasn't thinking about much, but I was letting my flirty side take hold of me.

"That one over there," he continued as he pointed to the monitor in the center, "That one controls light colors. Notice how they're divided into checkered boxes?"

"Yea?" I said, anxious for him to proceed with the knowledgeable tour.

"That's their current setting; you can also set them into lines, separate them by sections of the room, and much, much more." He smiled down at me and I looked deep into his bright eyes. I have only met a few coyotes in my lifetime, but none of them were nearly as friendly. I was beginning to get my mind lost in the moment and I barely realized that I was rubbing his leg softly back and forth. I wasn't quite sure if I was flirting or making a romantic gesture.

"Last but not least, this one," he said, pointing to the last monitor on the far right, "this one is the list of playable music. It can be organized into genre, beats per minute, artist alphabetically, song alphabetically, you name it." I was listening to every word he said without taking my eyes of off his face. I didn't know what was coming over me, but I didn't want it to end.

"Can I try it a little?" I asked like a little kid asking for candy. His eyes lit up and he let out a quiet laugh.

"How about I let you control it tonight? Real club opens at nine if you're interested." Of course, I was very interested. I wanted to have fun, mess with it, and let everyone on the dance floor listen and dance to what I was doing. It sounded thrilling and lively. It sounded worriless.

"You mean I really could?" I said excitedly.

"Yeah, of course! I'll be right here to help you all night." Our eyes were still locked and they weren't about to release. My actions on his leg turned from rubbing to grasping with excitement and neither of us could hold back. I felt his paws come up to my face and as he pulled in my heart nearly stopped. I felt his lips touch mine and my body filled with ecstasy.

A kiss that would enchant me for a lifetime.