My Girlfriend's Ex (StudxStud)

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Liberty

After our picnic yesterday, Vonna didn't text me at all, saying something about her bad luck with relationships and parks. I felt bad about what I did. In the moment, I only wanted Beatrix and a little bit of me wanted to get back at my girlfriend, but looking back at things, what I did was far worse. And I only ended up tangling myself up in more drama.

I'm stressed and have a full day of absolutely nothing to do. Vonna doesn't wanna be bothered with me right now and Beatrix has A'livia, sooo...

Once I stole two days ago, I couldn't get enough.

I wore my regular clothes as I moved through Lower Aster Waters, my hair slicked back in a bun, my clothes simple. I walked into December's Retail, giving the security guard at the door a little respectful nod before I surveyed the store.

Purses to the side, clothes in the middle, extra shit in the back. It was your typical retail store like Citi Trends or Fallas Paredes. My hands drifted over a faux satin crop top, but my eyes were on something different in the store. The people.

A plumper white woman with two kids was away from her basket, whipping one kid's ass and scolding the other. I didn't even think about anything as I walked past her basket, slipping out her wallet like it was nothing. I slid it into the waist band of my boxers, the cold material of what I had stolen a heavy reminder against my belly button.

More? Should I risk taking more?

Yes, my mind encouraged me silently.

"Jonah? Where's my wallet?"

I pretended to be interested in some sweatpants.

"I don't know," the younger boy said.

"Did you take it again? I swear to God, I'll break every inch of your bony ass if I find out you goddamn stole from me again, boy!"

"I didn't! I swear!"

I stared holes into the sweatpants. I need to give it back. I have to, right? I pulled the ladies wallet out, stealing a twenty and dropping it on the ground. I kicked it out onto the middle of the aisle when nobody was looking and walked away from that area.

"Oh, no. That man not finna come outta nowhere and catch my black ass stealing," I heard a man somewhere in the store say. "Anybody missing a wallet?" his voice boomed out across the store.

"Oh, uh me!"

I pretended to shop a bit more before I left the store, not having enough courage to meet the security guard's eyes this time around. I was staring at the ground as I walked when I bumped into someone hard.

"Bitch," he mumbled, stumbling against me. I was going to apologize and let shit go since he was really more at fault when he was coming in the opposite direction, but instead, I grabbed his wallet and a knife pierced my hand.

He shoved me to the ground and stood over me. I clutched at my hand, confused. "Thief proof," he showed me the wallet I had tried to grab, a knife holding the two folds closed. It was obviously homemade but effective.

"My hand- It brushed-

"Don't give me lies, kid," he was a tall white dude with a blonde buzz cut and a scarred up face. "You steal from me, you owe me."

"I didn't take anything, okay?" He lifted me up by the collar, his grip on my shirt tight as I swung around. He didn't give a fuck. He was doing this in public, and nobody was helping me. I didn't even know if the fucking security guard was looking from inside the store.

"You. You'll work for me."

"Work? What? I'm just a kid, bro!" I pleaded. "I don't wanna be pumped out."

"Silly girl. I'm not gonna pimp you out." He dropped me back on my feet. "You steal drugs for me." I tried to run away as soon as my feet hit the stone, but two guys out of nowhere appeared, even taller than this six foot monster.

"We'll talk somewhere quietly."

Both the men laid a firm grip on my shoulders as they led me down a dark alleyway. "I won't do it again- I swear," I begged.

"You steal drugs for me. You repay for your crime."

"I didn't take anything-

Smack.

His knife slashed me across the face. I started to freak out, holding my bloody skin as I tried to run away again. "You steal...five times for me," he held up his fingers, "and you not have to steal for me again."

"Five times from who? And how do I know you won't make me steal for you forever?" I asked.

"You don't. You do what I say. My men," he pointed to the two guys. "Watch you. Will watch your home. Will watch your family. Will watch you."

I gulped. "Please."

"You come here tonight. Alone. Wear black," he emphasized the last word, signaling for the guys to let me go. "Everybody knows no steal from Chad."

I waited until they left to pull out my phone.

My hands shook as I quickly unlocked it. Who do I tell? What do I say?

Watch you. Will watch your home. Will watch your family. Will watch you, he had said.

I can't risk telling anybody. I have to protect them.