"Caleb?" The man spoke to the still silent teenager.
The boy gritted his teeth, and the hard mask returned to his gorgeous face.
"Don't fucking call me that. I'm Blue now." His words dripped with poison.
The man laughed dryly, trying to hide the fear the boy instilled in him. The boy tore his gaze from the man and continued to play with his lighter.
"Well... 'Blue'," The man spoke, composing himself again. "The sooner you tell me what I want to know, the sooner you'll be out of here. You're nearly an adult so we won't have to bring your parents into this..." The man drifted off, noticing Blue's furious expression.
"Blue! Are you breathing?!" The man rushed over to the boy. Blue shot out of his chair and punched him in the face, dropping his precious lighter in the process.
"They AREN'T my parents. They're the ones that made me do this!" He screamed at the man on the floor, blood poured out of his nose and mouth as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Blue didn't care, he continued screaming at the man.
"I was just a kid! I was fucking fourteen! They sold me like a goddamn slave!!" Tears fell from his eyes and he dropped to the ground, clutching his knees to his chest. "I was just a fucking kid..."
Blue brought his hand to his lips and began to chew his nails, a nervous habit he he'd developed when he was younger. After a few moments, he reached into the pocket of his torn jeans. His eyes widened, and he frantically searched the other pocket. Blue got on his knees and began looking everywhere for his lost lighter. Tears brimming his eyes as he mouthed the word "no" over and over. In his crazed search, he hadn't noticed the bloody man calling in back up. Three officers rushed into the room. Blue fought and kicked and yelled, demanding that they leave him to find his lighter.
No one listened.
They just called him crazy and threw him in a cell.
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Tinted Blue boyxboy
Teen FictionA distraught, teenage boy struggles in an unforgiving world of prostitution, drugs, and violence.
