Pets Find You

This is the story of a depressed 15-year-old car and an American Shorthair cat.   
==Preface==
"Mom? Dad? Where are you?" yelled 15-year-old Cecil John as he entered his house. Sally John came out of her room, with Dave John inside as well. 
"REALLY?? Why didn't you STAY at school as we told you to!?"
"They wouldn't let me..." 
"GET OUT, CECIL!"
"But... It's about to storm..."
"TOO BAD. LEAVE!" 
He sadly left the house. 20 minutes later, it began to storm, raining cats and dogs, along with thunder and lightning. Then, he heard the door being locked from the inside. He teared up, scared and sad. A elderly female looked at the teenager in concern. "Go back inside, honey!" 
"Mom and Dad locked the door..."
"Than come with me, baby." 
His parents had their window open. "NO, CECIL! NO GOING WITH STRANGERS."
He looked down, evidently shivering in the cold rain. He also knew it wasn't for his safety, rather the opposite. He began to cry. Then, he heard crying from a newborn from his parents' bedroom. My baby brother... His parents began to soothe the baby. 
Cecil, already crying, cried more. 
==Chapter 1==
The rain didn't stop. Rather, it was getting worse. A tree was struck by lightning, too close for Cecil's comfort. He pleaded to be let in, scared to death. Instead, his parents laughed as he shivered. It began to snow slightly, to the sad 15-year-old's fear. He got up, still shivering violently, and went around the neighborhood, hoping SOMEONE would shelter him. The elderly person's house was first on his list. "Someone? Please?" She came to him. "Oh, honey!" She turned to her husband. "We HAVE to take care of this poor child!" Her husband looked coldly at Cecil. "No, we don't. He's much too thin for me to do what I want to do with him." Cecil sadly left, already feeling hopeless. Then, he went to his teacher's house. "Mrs. Chan? Can you give me shelter?" 
She looked over the small car. "Sorry, baby, but it's against the law..." 
He looked down hopelessly, tears filling his brown eyes. "But... I'm in danger!" 
A police officer came by, told Cecil to head back HOME, not random people's houses. He told the officer about the locked door and lightning. "But I need shelter..." 
"Build one!" 
"I can't..." He headed to the foster center. "Someone? Please?" Lightning struck again. The foster care owner approached him. "Go home, kid." 
"Mom and Dad locked it... Please? I need shelter."
"No. You cannot take shelter here. Parentless children only." 
==Chapter 2==
"Why? I don't wanna get struck by lightning!" 
"GO!" 
He sighed sadly and drove to another house. This one wasn't accepting at all, because the owner pulled out a gun on him! "GO!" 
He started crying more, at this point pleading desperately for shelter. "Someone... Please..." A young adult not much older than Cecil saw him desperately pleading for shelter. "Come on in, kid." Another lightning bolt hit. When he got inside, he hugged the 18-year-old. "Oh! Uhh..." Lots of rain-water dripped to the floor. She looked down at the rain-water. "Umm... How long were you out there?" 
"An hour and 30 minutes..."
She was horrified. The kid was obviously innocent and in need of warmth, love, and care. Then, two hours later, Kiley, the one who took in Cecil, gently woke him. "The sun is out." He had fallen asleep two hours before.  She gave the teenager a small snack so he didn't starve and sent him off, feeling bad and immoral.  As the kid was driving towards his home sadly, an American Shorthair approached and purred against him. Cecil looked at the kitty. He picked up the cat and carried it home. His parents opened the door when they saw the cat. Since the cat refused to leave Cecil's hold, they let him in. 
Dave said, "Ooh, Cecil has a kitty! Let's take the kitty and leave Cecil!" 
"Really!? LET'S DO THIS AND MOVE WITH THE KITTY!" 
Cecil teared up at their words. "Why do you guys not love me? I'm your son too!" 
"Because YOU'RE a mistake. PAUL wasn't." 
== Chapter 3 ==
Cecil sunk to the floor, his sadness increasing and his already-low self-confidence decreasing. His parents kicked him, sent him to his room, and took the Shorthair, to Cecil's further sadness. He headed sadly to the basement and lied down on a thin, dirty blanket and pillow. THAT was his bed. The Shorthair mewed for his new owner, wanting to give him comfort. He heard a loud sound against the outside of the thin basement wall. He got scared and cried, "MOM! DAD!" 
They never came. 
Then came a shooting sound. He began to cry in fear, hoping they'd come down. He tried to escape the basement, but the door was locked. "MOM! DAD!" He called again. Then, he heard them laughing lightheartedly. Are they eating dinner? Without me? He heard his lower half grumble. So... Hungry... He saw a battered flip-phone, just laying on the floor of the basement. He was terrified to go back down, but he looked at the phone. He started to push buttons. It works! Maybe I can finally get food! He called a number he had memorized. 
"Hello? My name is Cecil John and I want some pizza." 
"What's your address?"
"429 Oakwood Street."
"Coming!" 
30 minutes later, his parents heard a knock at the door. "PIZZA'S HERE!"
"Wait? We didn't order a pizza! You've got the wrong address!" 
"But your address is 429... Someone named Cecil ordered it..." 
They looked at each other angrily. "HE'S. SO. GROUNDED!" 
The pizza-man looked in confusion at them. Then he watched them go into the basement. Then heard a teenager crying out in pain. He gasped as they carelessly threw a starving and barely conscious 15-year-old up. He was heavily bruised and beaten. 
"Oh..." 
Young Cecil weakly pleaded for food... And mercy. "NO, you CANNOT have the pizza, stupid child!" 
The young man gasped and moved out of the way as they threw their helpless son out and slammed the door. "DO. NOT. COME. BACK!" 
== Chapter 4 ==
Cecil was barely able to move. "Someone... Please..." The pizza man went over to him. "If I'd known this would happen... I wouldn't have said your name..." Since he was human, he called an employee who was a car. "There's a teenager with me... He was beaten by his parents and is starving... Can you please take him in?" 
"Umm... How old is he?"
"I'd assume between 13 and 16.." He tried to feed Cecil. 
"I'm 18! He's not much younger than I am!"
"Try your parents." 
"Ugh, fine." He was gone for 20 minutes. "They said come to my home and they'll come there."
"OK, got that." He gently guided the weak teenager to his friend's house. The couple arrived in five minutes and looked over the helpless teenager. Cecil looked weakly at them. "Please?" 
They sighed. "OK, fine, we'll take care of him." 
"YAY!" cried Cecil happily. The couple took him to their big house. "Ooh... It's big!" 
"Yes, very."
To Cecil's parents' horror and sadness, the cat escaped. It licked the couple and leaped into Cecil's grasp. 
"Uhh... I guess the cat is ours now..."
"I'll name you... Fluffy!"
== Chapter 5 ==
Cecil drove inside the house, visibly impressed. "WOW...." 
"Have you NEVER been to a nice house?" 
"My parents aren't picky."
"WELP."
"And they don't care about me... They called me a mistake..."
"Uhh..."
"And left me to my own devices at that storm."
"You could've been killed!"
"I know... And they were probably trying to get rid of me..." 
"I would assume so." 
He sadly looked down, tears trailing down. "I want a loving family..." 
They looked at the teenager, feeling somewhat-bad for him.
The sad thing was, they didn't truly care about the sad teenager. They took him in because the pizza-man wanted them to. 
== Chapter 6 ==
He ate with the couple, giving a cheesy grin. "Yummy!" he said happily. They sighed quietly. So far, they were hating this parenting thing. It often involved getting him stuff he was deprived of at home. Such as warmth and comfort.