𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅

Ch.3

TW: Physical Abuse, Drugs

《Colby》

"I don't know, I feel a connection to him." I tried to explain to Tara, Jake, and Elton.
"If you like him that much, give him a chance to leave later. Dealing with kidnappings and shit are annoying and too time-consuming to deal with." Elton, being the protective parent, explained to me. I could tell that all he wanted for me was the best, and to not get caught or have to deal with law.
"Yeah. Let him have a chance, doll." Tara added on. She's always called me a doll, hence the mask I wear.
"I'll do it later. I want to give him a chance to see that I'm a good person. If he doesn't see that, he's gonna leave instantly." I tried to comply with them.
"One week. That's all I'm giving you. Starting today." Elton stared at me, having a straight face.
"Dude, we shouldn't even be giving you time. Last time you fucked up, probably better because he was a bitch and ugly." Jake spoke up. I looked down and nodded. I had one week. One, to convince this beautiful boy to stay. Tara went upstairs, me following. She went into a room where giggles emerged. I peaked in to see the boy, Tara, and Devyn. I closed the door and walked to my room.
I plopped onto my bed, gazing at the gray ceiling. I'll take him shopping, to the movies, and I'll give him his phone to tell his family he's at a small vacation. He'll quit his job, and maybe he'll stay. I shook my head. I don't even know his name yet! I called Devyn wanting her to come into my room.
"Hey Devyn. Please come into my room." I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes.
"Sure thing, boss." She ended the call, followed by footsteps outside my door. She opened it.
"What's up?" She questioned while coming in and closing the door.
"What's his name? What's his favorite hobbies? Does he prefer silver or gold? What's his-" I got cut off by Devyn putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Holy shit, dude! Calm your fucking tits!" She laughed. "His name is Sam. We don't know that much about him, so be patient." She giggled again and rolled her eyes.
"Sam.... so pretty..." I mumbled beneath my breath. Devyn smiled.
"Alright, you keep fantasizing about him, I'm gonna go back and convince him your a good person." She raised her eyebrows.
"But I am a g-!" I got cut off by her shutting my door. I rolled my eyes and got out my earbuds. I scrolled on Spotify for a bit, before I chose Oh Qué Será? by Willie Colón. I put it on full blast, listening to the man sing. My eyes drooped, although not feeling tired. I thought about Sam, my friends, my house, my mafia... Sometimes, I wished the man didn't drag me into the business....

FLASHBACK

"YOU'RE GOING TO RUN MY MAFIA AND CRY LIKE A KID?! HOW CAN I TRUST YOU?!" Each swing of the belt hurt more and more on my back. "YOU'RE FUCKING WEAK! I SHOULDN'T HAVE TAKEN OFF THE CONDOM WHEN I FUCKED YOUR MOTHER! EVEN A DAUGHTER WOULD BE STRONGER, YOU FUCK UP!" Every yell made my eardrums ring more and more. I could feel a warm liquid fall down my back, now feeling numb from all the strikes.
"Please, dad... I'm sorry, I'll be stronger..." I begged him. He finally stopped, and dragged me up by the hair.
"Once you learn how to act like a man, I'll treat you like one. Fucking screw up." He talked to me with a disgusted face. He spat on me, then walked away.

That night, I grabbed my shotgun, and killed my father. That, was my first killing. My first shot. The first time, that something had felt good in years. After that, I took what money and guns he had, and packed them in a van. I rode off to the sunset, soon ending up in Kansas. There, I grew weed, fentynol, and cocaine. I built my representation, brick by brick. I flew past the other mafias, soon recruiting people and making it up the ranks. Finally, I reached the top, earning the title of the "Mafia King".

FLASHBACK END

The song soon ended, making me notice the few tears going down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them off, and returned to my emotionless self. Remembering killing my father made me feel at ease. Knowing such a terrible man was out of the world because of me felt great. I took out my earbuds, hearing loud laughing and a movie vibrating through the walls. I stood up, and went to the door it was coming from. I opened the door, squinting my eyes because it was bright.
"Turn down the fucking volume, I can hear it through the walls." I complained. I opened my eyes more, but the room still looked blurry. I walked out, and closed the door behind me. It went quiet, followed by the door opening back up.
"Are you ok? Cole are you fucking high? We made a pact to not smoke!" Tara whisper yelled at me.
"What? No. You know I wouldn't do that. Also, stop calling me that... but, Why?" I asked genuinely curios.
"Dude, your eyes are red and... why are your eyes wet?... You actually broke our promise." She sighed and looked at me painfully.
"No, it's not, I swear! On my life! I just... woke up from a nap, that's all." I tried to save myself.
"So, if I check your room right now, I won't find shit?" She questioned me.
"Yes! Go look right now, please!" I sarcastically said while she walked to my room, I followed, but not closely.
She searched my room for about 10 minutes, but didn't find anything.
"Ok... I can't find anything, but I swear to God if you are, I'm gonna be so mad. Please don't." She spoke in a soft yet stern voice to me. I nodded, and watched her leave my room. I quickly closed the door and went to my bathroom. The mirror explained why she questioned me. My whole face was practically red, my eyes were bloodshot and still slightly wet. I splashed water on my face, amd glanced up again. It looked better, but still bad. I shook my head, and headed to my bed.
One week. 7 days. 168 hours. 10080 minutes. 604800 seconds. And only one chance.