TRIGGER WARNING: abuse, alcohol abuse, coercion, grooming, etc.
This chapter kind of heavy, please skip if you are going to be triggered. take care of yourself first. love y'all, ❤️
ABOUT TWO WEEKS LATER: OCTOBER 17 2013
• T R E V O N •
"Happy birthday, Trevon," I muttered to myself as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling.
I looked next to me seeing the empty space, feeling my chest tighten up. The one day I'm used to him being here.
Whether it was a happy birthday or just a day I got older, Dayshawn always was here.
Always.
OCTOBER 17, 2002: TREVON's 18th BIRTHDAY
• T R E V O N * 18 •
"Happy birthday, Tre," Dayshawn woke me up from my gentle slumber.
"Hey," I spoke, my voice groggy from just waking up. Dayshawn hovered over me, giving me a few pecks on the lips before he grabbed both of my hands pulling me out of the bed.
I stay with him now. My parents kicked me out a few months ago when I came out, but Dayshawn said I could live with him.
I'm so grateful for him. I think if it wasn't for him, I probably wouldn't even be alive to see my eighteenth birthday.
Finally grown.
"We doin' grown up shit now you legal, Tre," he smiled grabbing my waist kissing me again. I smiled back up at him noticing my nose being filled with the aroma of breakfast, making my smile grow even larger.
"You made me breakfast?"
"It's ya birthday, Tre. You get whatever you want on this day." I kissed him again feeling euphoric. "We gotta make a film today tho,"
"Okay, that's fine,"
"Them mufuckas bout to get on my nerves. Keep askin' me 'bout yo paperwork n shit. But, you legal now, so," he shrugged. "We don't need to fake anything,"
I do porn. It's not what I imagined, but it keeps me and Dayshawn fed and housed, so I'm doing what I gotta do.
He introduced me a month after I got kicked out. He said that all I have to do is film myself jerking off and we can make some money off of it...and we did, so I kept doing it.
"Okay, get the camera, Shawn, I wanna get this over wit, so I can finally go ta the club without a fake ID," I laughed in excitement for my newfound adulthood.
OCTOBER 17, 2003: TREVON's 19th BIRTHDAY
• T R E V O N * 19 •
Nineteen. An age I never thought I'd make it to, but here we are.
Here I am. I should be happy right? Happy birthday—it's in the name, but here I am, crying. Crying because this is the second year that I've spent without my family on my birthday.
