Jack was tired, exhausted, hungry, all the above. He was tired of searching community centers for food, or scraps in dumpsters behind restaurants. He's almost run out of options aside from prostituting himself, but he really didn't feel like risking his sexual health for a bit of food. Jack was slender, almost scrawny because of the lack of meals and nutrition, and he avoided the sun as much as possible although he's worked up quit the tan just from constantly roaming around for food during the day. At only 19 years old, Jack was considered homeless.
"Fuck," He searched the last nearby restaurant's dumpster, it was approaching 1 AM and he was starting to lose hope. As of today, he hasn't eaten anything for almost 72 hours. His stomach felt like it didn't exist, and his appetite was shit, except for the occasional feeling empty. Jack was nearing total exhaustion, his body slowly shutting down to preserve energy. Then, he saw a bright sign.
It was a sign that belonged to a convenience store. He didn't like pinching, but it seemed to be his last resort. And of course, he wouldn't dare do it off the bat, he would sit behind the building and conduct a scheme. But before he did, he would try his father's place, although they haven't spoken for year, he thought that there would be no way he'd let his own son starve, right?
Since the convenience store was 24/7, he started jog-walking towards his father's house. Except it was more of a mansion or manor rather than a house. Of course, his father was loaded, but he only recently got in touch with his son and barely made an attempt to reconnect. He was getting closer to his destination, and he made sure to always consider this a last resort. Though he's never had to ask his father for anything before.
Jack stared at the large house, or manor. He took a huge inhale and gathered his courage to knock on the door, softly. The lights were on, surely someone was awake. The door creaks open, a little girl about 7 or 8 years old opens the door. "Yes?"
But before Jack could speak, he heard a man yelling. "LEIGHA! How many times do I have to tell you not to open the god damn door! Especially not for strangers!"
"I'm sorry daddy, there's a man," She was looking back inside toward where the voice was coming from. The man approached the two of them.
"Go back upstairs and get in bed, honey," And she did quickly. A part of Jack started hurting when he saw her, about how his father left him at 3 years old but is raising a daughter now. "What do you want at this time of night?"
"Dad..-"
"Jack? What the hell. You have my contact info, why can't you text me rather than showing up suddenly-"
"I'm sorry- I just.. Wanted to talk." Jack's voice started to waver slightly, his father sighing and stepping outside while closing the door behind him.
"What is it? I'm very busy you know."
"Uhm.. So.." Jack was twiddling his thumbs in anxiousness, his sun-bleached hair fell past his eyes and ears, covering his face when he looked down. He mumbled but it was unintelligible for his dad to hear.
"What? Speak up, I haven't got time for this-"
"Sorry! I just wanted to know if you could spare a small amount of money for a meal, or just a sandwich or something. I haven't eaten in a while, and I hate asking you but-"
"Go home Jack. I'm not giving you money so you can blow it on drugs." He quickly replied with a harsh tone to his voice.
"No- no.. I'll take some food too-"
"No. Absolutely not. I know how you homeless sell food for money just to buy another score. Now leave before I call the police to escort you," He turned without looking back and shut the door.
Jack bit his lip while he struggled to hold back tears, a hard lump working its way up his throat. He didn't want to cry because he was hungry, he wanted to cry because his dad saw him as some homeless junkie stereotype while he raised another kid he was in their life for. Hiccups managed to work their way up and escape his lips, he quietly sobbed as he dragged his feet back in the direction of the convenience store.
He decided to check the dumpster before heading inside and initiating his pre-made plan, but once again, no food or drink. He made sure to get this done with, quickly and carefully. The cold breeze combed his hair, revealing his pale blue eyes and slim, kinda long-ish nose. His lips were also on the bigger side and could be considered what some call, 'DSL'. He had a slightly bigger ass but that was mainly due to genetics. It's also the reason he would consider escorting sometimes.
Jack once again, took a very deep inhale and pulled his hood over his head. Then pushed past the glass doors inside the store. He looked at the clerk and analyzed him thoroughly. Slightly older man but no visible gray hairs, jet black hair that was styled neatly, long on top and short on the sides and back. The top was held in place pushed back with gel, his nose was a bit fat but not very long. His lips were on the thinner side, but his body was actually kept in shape. Like if they got into a wrestling match, Jack would definitely lose. He wasn't like bodybuilder fit, but he had some impressive muscles for sure. Hell, probably anyone could overpower Jack with his body in the state that it's in.
That's why he knew he *needed* to grab the food and dash. The man displayed a warm smile at Jack, "Welcome," He said before Jack broke eye contact and made his way down the snack aisle, making sure to keep his face semi-hidden. Lots to choose from, but he'd only have space in his pockets for smaller snacks like a single bag of chips or a small bag of jerky. He looked at the cashier with only his eyes, and the cashier wasn't paying attention. He was restocking the lottery scratchers at the front desk. Jack swiftly and quietly started to fill his pockets with various snacks, like the small bag of chips and a few packs of crackers.
Jack took one last glance in the corner of his eyes, before making his way towards the door. "Wait!" Was what he heard when he stopped before exiting. He started to become terrified but made sure not to look obviously suspicious. He turned back around and tried to smile.
"Y..Yes?"
