The Boy He Met. (BoyXBoy) {Book 2}

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I'm not religious, I don't pray, or go to church, to be honest I don't even believe in Jesus.
But that doesn't make any sense when you notice my necklace, the black thick lace, holding the heavy silver cross, as big as a thumb.
The truth is I hate it. Okay well, not hate hate it, but I'd rather not wear it. But here's the problem; as much as my mum keeps blaming me for her things disappearing, she's the one who wouldn't stop going through my stuff, hoping to find some money, or even just an object she could sell to buy more alcohol, more to smoke.
And I didn't want her to sell this, I didn't want her to use the money for more Vodka, to have more ways to ruin the still unborn baby with her unhealthy hobbits.
I didn't want her to sell the only thing that reminded me of my dad. The only thing he left behind that I could get a hold of.

"Hey Gabe, aren't you going to order anything?" Devin asks me when he notices how I zoned out.
"Uh, no thanks I'm not hungry." Lie, I just don't have any money.
"I'm getting the huge waffle thing, we can share it since I won't finish it by myself anyway." Taylor offers. But that's because he knows, he knows I just don't have how to pay.
"Uh sure." I shrug casually, it was a way too tempting offer to refuse.
As we wait for our order I ignore their conversation, something about how ridiculously big the waffles are here.
"Daddy! Daddy look!" Gabriel kicked the ball as far as he could to prove how strong he was to his father.
"Good job! I'm so proud!" his father exclaims in enthusiasm and adds as Gabriel comes closer to hear him,
"How about we go to Waffle Bar as a reward?" He asks and Gabriel grins nodding his head happily, that was his favorite place to eat. So he's parents took hold of one hand each and together as a happy family walked away from the park full of happy kids screaming and playing.
"Here are your orders," the waitress puts them down and my smile fades as I come back to realty, I didn't even notice that the memory made me smile in the first place.
The waitress glanced at me for a longer moment then she should and smiled at me. Oh that little slut..
"What's your problem, ha?" I say irritated and her smile immediately disappears.
"Gabe. Stop." Taylor glares at me and gives the scared waitress a reassuring smile as she quickly leaves the table.
I shrug, "whatever, she was staring."
Taylor doesn't argue and Devin just sits quietly, for some reason that irritated me even more. I had a long day at work and instead of spending my Friday afternoon sleeping here I was, eating fucking waffles because Devin felt like I needed more social time. Fuck him. And fuck me for agreeing.
Even though I'm hungry I lost my apatite and just get up to leave the table.
Devin opens his mouth to protest but I just give him a glare and he shuts.
I make my way home calculating how many hours of sleep I'll get if I get into bed within the next half a hour.
"Mother?" I say loudly when I enter, but I don't hear a thing.
I smile to myself and make my way to her room, I already knew where to look this time.
I went inside her tiny room, the floor was filthy and clothes were all over the place, it smelled awful. But I ignore it all and go right up to the chandelier, using the bed's wooden frame to get a little higher.
Inside, there is about 500 dollars if not more.
I grab a 20 and 100, knowing she'll notice right away they're gone, but I didn't care.
I go back to my room and put the money in a safe hiding place, going to bed and quickly drifting to sleep.

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When I wake up its 1:07 AM and I grin stretching a little before I get out of bed to wash my face and put on a somewhat cleaner shirt.
I grab the money I stole from my mother and silently making my way out of the house, into the dark streets.
It was a thing I did every now and then. After work on Friday I'd go to sleep and wake up late at night, and when I finally understood I'll never be able to sleep like this I decide to do something with the free time, and go to the club.
I hate drinking, because I saw what it did to people, but every once in awhile I find it hard not to just grab a shot and fuck it all.
When I finally mange to enter I cringe at the loud music, I haven't been here in awhile and I forgot how loud it gets.
Sweaty bodies were dancing all over the place, but I ignored them all making my way to the bar.
Tonight, I was going to forget it all.
Or so I hoped.