I'm not a puppy! (age regression)

1. What do you think your doing?

That snapped me out of my glazed over fear.
" 'm noh a kid!"
That wasn't meant to come out like that. His face just grew more concerned. So I growled and tried to kick him. None of them even reached him and he wasn't even the least bit effected as he continued on with the interrogation.
"Where are your parents?"
I let out as a scream and began shaking my arm, and unconsciously stamping my foot. The man watched with concern as my frustrated bubbled over and tears pooled in my eyes.

No! I told myself, you are not crying right now. That's for babies, you're not a baby. I pushed down all my feelings that were coming to the surface.

I yanked at his grip around my wrist.
"Hey hey its ok calm down"
He squatted a bit to my level which infuriated me. I yelled at him.
"Fuck off!"

My yelling must've paid off as he loosened his grip on me in slight shock. I took my chance and quickly pulled out of his grip and I was sent stumbling back.... right into the street lamp behind me. Pain rushed through the back of my head, it felt warm and I slid down to the ground. I cried out and the man got on his knees in front of me.
"Owwwwwwwwww"
I slurred and brought my hands to my face to catch tears that just wouldn't stop coming. The man took them down, rubbing one in a comforting way.

He held up my head and began speaking but it was hard to follow. I could see his lips moving, but I wasn't listening. My head throbbed and the world began to spin. I regretfully whimpered again, this time my dumb instincts took over and reached out for the man, grabbing his coat and whining.

His coat looked soft, I just wanted rest my head on it, that's all!

I wanted to slap my self but found everything to be getting blurry. I cried out again as the pain became more intense. I shut my eyes, everything being far too overwhelming.

This can't be happening, it's just a bump to the head. I mean, I've never been good at handling pain but I'm fine. Why can't I stop crying?!

I heard comforting words whispered into my ear
"Its going to be ok sweetie, you're going to be alright"

I briefly opened my eyes and looked at the man. Everything seemed ok for a split second, before the pain came rocketing back up.

I let out a final cry, before passing out, right into the lap of the man I just tried to rob.

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I fixed my bag over my shoulder and pulled up my scarf, it was cold out tonight. I briskly walked home, not a huge fan of walking around my work's empty streets this late at night.

I smiled to myself, I've got a whole 2 weeks off. I never get time off but I've earned this, nights after nights of overtime and disturbing late shifts. I've finally been recognised for my work, and allowed this break.

Gonna be just me, alone in my house. I mean I'm perfectly happy on my own-eo but maybe a little one running around wouldn't be so bad. I found myself lost in thought, dreaming about a having little boy or girl to care for, bringing some much needed chaos to my life.

Its been my wish for a while to have a child but the adoption agency doesn't deem me fit, it's mostly cause just my factory job isn't a 'stable income' which is bullshit cause I'm doing fine for myself.

Deep in my thoughts, I didn't even realise the small figure walking towards me, they hit into me and stumbled back.
"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there. Are you alright?"
"Yeah"
They responded rather curtly, I internally scoffed. I was about to continue on when I felt a pull on my bag. I turned and grabbed the punk's hand, as they tried to make off with my wallet.