Unfortunately Lucky (bxb)

Chapter 13

(Dee's house in the picture above.)

CJ's POV

Chris: Hey, can we talk?

I stared at the text, unable to do anything. It was like I was paralyzed, I didn't know what to say. I was able to read it and turn off my phone. The fuck was I suppose to say? "Oh heyy buddy, it's nice to be able to talk to you again! It's okay that you totally disrespected and lied to me!! Oh! And I also met my two secret twin siblings that are the result of my Father's cheating!" ...Today has been ridiculously exhausting, and seeing that text does not help.

"I don't have the energy to deal with this bullshit..." I say aloud to myself. I press my foot down on the gas pedal. I knew there were cops around, but I didn't care, I had far too much shit thrown at me today to give a fuck, I wouldn't even be mad if I crashed.

I hear the sound of my phone receiving another message. It was from Demetrius this time.

Dee: yo yu on your way bruh? it's been like 2 hours wyd???

Me: ye bro my bad, i'll tell you what happened when i get there

Dee: oh shit you good?

Me: ye im aight, just tired than a mf

I throw the phone on the passenger not caring where it landed. I felt heavy. Like a whole nother person was standing atop my shoulder. I took another deep breath and picked up even more speed. "Once I get to Dee's house im immediately passing out." I leaned back in my seat and let the music from the aux hit my ears, somewhat calming me. If he wanted to talk, it would have to be on my terms this time, not his. I won't let him trick me like last time, no matter how much I secretly miss him.

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I pull into Dee's driveway and turn the car off. As I'm shrouded in silence and darkness, I sit there and contemplate everything that's happened in the past month... First, I met a boy who I thought liked me... what a dumbass I was. We may not have interacted in the most polite way at first, but for him to do me like that? I don't think I'll ever see him the same way again.

And that's the least of my fucking problems. My father, the man who taught me how to be a man, cheated on my mother and had an entirely different life away from us... A better life. Two kids. Twins. And a wife. Another fucking wife. How he was able to do that shit full-time for that long I'll never know or understand. What pisses me off the most is how good they looked. Not a single scratch or scar on either of them. Unlike me. How well they were dressed too, they obviously came from old money. Makes me question how that nigga bagged a rich white woman even more. Maybe I'm the problem. Maybe im the reason he was able to live happily ever after with their mother. I mean, I've heard it from his own mouth that I was a mistake. He did want my mother to have an abortion but she kept me anyway, so he forced himself to marry her, that part I already knew. I guess that's why I grew up in such a dysfunctional home. My parents never really loved each other... I knew that too. But knowing that he fathered TWO fucking kids with another woman, two kids that lived it fucking luxury for most of their lives, fucking hurts. It's days like this I wish I never existed. Maybe then their lives would've been better.

And then there's Trey. Haven't spoken to him since I told Chris off, and I don't think he knows that I'm crashing at Dee's place right now. I didn't wanna lose him as a friend- no, as a brother, but I just know for a fact he would take that motherfuckers side against me. I don't get it, he's known me for almost all my life and yet he takes the stance of some gay boy he met in sixth grade?! It's like they're secretly dating or some shit. Maybe that's it... maybe they've been fucking each other all along and this is some sort of sick, twisted prank of theirs. It's goddamn sickening.