Unfortunately Lucky (bxb)

Chapter 19

CJ's POV

God fucking dammit man, why can't anything ever go the way I fucking want it to? Why'd he have to be a little bitch and argue with me like that?

"FUCK!" I bang my fist on the steering as the light rain falls against the windows. I went back to my secret hiding place. The place only one other person knows about. It looks different now. It's like a rampaging monster made its way through, indiscriminately attacking everything in its path. The usually beautiful cliff overlooking the city has been replaced with a muddy gray visage thanks to the storm. The trees look sad and hollow like they're yearning to return to the safety the sun brought them, basking them in its warm soothing glow. They kind of reminded me of myself. In a way anyway. I could never be so... weak... So helpless. I'm my own warrior. A gangster. The realest motherfucker I know. Niggas would've killed themselves if they experienced half the shit I have. That's why I love silence. It's kind to me. It doesn't talk back, it doesn't make me feel small and useless, it doesn't beat me... It's comforting. Silence is my friend, my companion, my savior.

I laid back and closed my eyes, thinking back to today's events. Now that I think about it, that argument really didn't have to happen but I was already annoyed. I mean why couldn't he just listen to what I was trying to tell him? Always gotta argue back like shit nigga, let me lead, I know what the fuck I'm doing.

"YoU'Re coMpARiNG mE To BLaCk wOmeN" He really said that dumbass shit to me. I should've smacked the shit outta him just for that. The fuck does a white boy know about being black or a woman the fuck? Just cause you take black dick don't make you one of us. Shit is crazy.

I still love him though. He's just annoying sometimes. But I guess that's all partners. Or maybe it's just gay dudes in general, they always act so feminine and always have sassy attitudes, that shit is so irritating to me cause we all know it's just an act. Like who finds that shit appealing or attractive? Very weird individuals for sure. Girls ain't that much better either but at least they fucking listen from time to time. Not that I really give a fuck about 'em but it's whatever, as long as I never meet a bitch like my mother, we can be cool.

Maybe I should man up and send that apology text. I don't know though, I feel like he's still mad at me. Maybe I should give him a day or two and let him simmer down. Surprise him with some flowers or something on Monday. I'm  sure he'll be happy with that..." I thought to myself as I let myself be absorbed into the seat and my consciousness faded. If this isn't peace, I don't know what is...

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*BANG BANG BANG*

"Open the door! Now! Open this fucking door CJ!" I woke up to a loud thundering voice, yelling my name and many other sorts of insults.

"The fuck?" I lifted my and looked. It was dark and hot, and I was in a bed. I quickly realized it was my bed. When the fuck did I drive back home? And how long was I asleep? So many questions and I just woke the fuck up.

"Open the door nigga or else I'll break it down again!" I instantly recognized the voice behind that threat. My father. What the fuck could he possibly want with me?

I got up and stumbled to the door, still half asleep and confused. As soon as I opened it I felt hands around my shoulder and something pushing me into the wall, knocking the air out of me.

"Did you do it?! Did you do it fuck ass nigga?!" He yelled in my face. His breath smelled of whiskey. It became really obvious real quick that he was drunk.

"D- Do what pops?! What the fuck are you talking about?? I just woke up!" I responded.

I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen causing me to double down in pain, "Don't fucking play with me nigga!" He yelled as I coughed up a thick, mucousy fluid.