Empire - 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙩..𝘿𝙬𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩? {IN EDITING, COMING BACK}

Trapped In My Own Prison

Trapped by reality, freed by imagination.
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Trapped In My Own Prison

Chapter 17.

Ever felt like you were trapped? Trapped somewhere that you held a key to? But still felt like you couldn't get out?

Felt like you were gonna be stuck there forever....even when you were the way out. You just needed something else, something that'll help you out, something or...someone. but what is that something?

Dwight laid in his bed, he had recently just moved back in with his parents. They were trying to put him back in school, but if he was being honest, he didn't wanna go back.

He didn't need school, He was already smart. He didn't need to go to school with kids who'll either pick on him for being soft, or get they ass beat everyday for even touching him. Plus, you didn't really need to go to school for what He had planned on doing.

Plus, someone won't let him.

"You ever gonna thank me?"

Dwight released a huff, leaning up. "Why would I thank you?" Dwight asked with a brow. "I helped ya' ass!" The man snapped, glaring at him, as He eased up in his seat. Dwight frowned.

"I could've done that on my own." He spat at him, causing the man to laugh. "You couldn't have done shit. If it wasn't for me, kids would've still thought ya' ass was gay. You fag." The man laughed at him, Dwight glared at him with a frown.

"I'm not gay." Dwight snapped, The man smiled at the bass in his tone. "Maybe, but you're still a sissy." The man simply replied, causing Dwight to sigh, only for the man to continue to laugh.

"Can you go away?" Dwight asked, in a soft tone, causing the man to stop laughing and look at him. "Nah, I'm taking over today. I got some business to handle. You got a hour." The man spat, standing up from his seat. Dwight's frown deepen.

"And you just got your spot back, so try not to lose it while I'm gone." The man told him, before disappearing out the room. Dwight sighed, laying back down. What could he do for an hour?

A minute later, Dwight stood and walked out of his house. "59 minutes, times ticking. Don't make yourself look crazy earlier, kid." He heard whisper into his ear, Dwight sighed, shaking his head.

Dwight decided to stop by his brother's house, he was supposed to help him with his homework anyways. He was inches away from Tariq's house when he heard the voice again.

"56 minutes, hurry the fuck up. I know yo' ass could run." Dwight huffed and picked up his pace, He made it to Tariq's house and walked up the stairs.

He knocked on the door, and soon a man came up to the door. He didn't have a shirt on, and a cigar was hanging from his lips, he looked Dwight up and down.

causing Dwight to swallow hard, the man chuckled at him. "You Tariq's brother, aye?" The man asked, Dwight slowly nodded.

He huffed, licking his teeth, as he looked him up and down. "Joe's boy?" He asked, Dwight nodded, once more. The man instantly harden towards him.

"He's upstairs." The older guy spat at him, Dwight nodded walking past him, "Scary ass." Dwight heard him mumble as he started to walk up.

"Let me murk his ass right now, Dwight." Dwight heard in his ear, Dwight shook his head. "No. Just Shut up." Dwight growled, walking up the stairs.

"Such a pussy." Was the last thing he heard, Dwight shook his head.

"Knock, Knock." Dwight spoke, knocking on the side of his brother's door, letting his presence be known. Tariq instantly jumped up. "Dwight?" His brother asked, leaning up from his bed. He looked around before his eyes landed on his bro. Tariq smiled, hopping off his bed.