Black Bxb Oneshots

Redemption

You know the saying, "It's a hard knock life for us"? To say I relate to that would be an understatement. From my homophobic family to my broken love life, all my life I had to fight. Back then, when I was still in school, I was known as the gay boy who fought a lot, and everybody knew I could read a bitch from sunup to sundown. Don't let the wide hips and soft features fool you; I could get out there with the best of them. I don't regret a lot of things, but giving my innocence to a man who played me for a fool was one of the worst decisions one could make.

Keshawn was down low, and his love for girls was evident, so imagine my shock when the tall piece of chocolate came up to me, flirting in a not-so-subtle way. Of course, I would reject his advances toward me, but man, did he have a way with words. Little by little, my walls came crumbling down. I should've known he wanted to add me to the many flings he had. After our shared nights, I thought it would be sugar and rainbows, but when I came to school that following morning, there was Keshawn and his troublesome friends posted up in front of the school, waiting on me.

Nothing could've prepared me for what transpired that day. All I could remember was waking up in a hospital with all kinds of IVs attached to my badly bruised body. I remember waking up in pain, and when it was explained to me that I had been assaulted, I cried for the first time in a long time. Keshawn and his boys got off due to his influence around the city, and to my surprise, no one visited me during my time in the hospital. I came to the conclusion that I had no one; everybody turned their backs on me.

I also found out I was with child, and that was news to me. After finding that out, I dropped out of school and relocated to another area, leaving my troublesome past behind. I've been living in peace and tranquility all the while taking care of my thirteen-year-old son. I'm glad I left, and I have no intention of ever going back.

Meanwhile, Keshawn was sitting in his car, thinking about someone he had wronged. He didn't mean for the incident to go that far, but it did. He was afraid that the outgoing male was going to run his mouth and tell it all. He had told everyone that Paris had come on to him, and his group of boys was more than eager to teach Paris a lesson. Thirteen years later, and the guilt has yet to leave him. When he found out Paris no longer lived in the large town, guilt had been at every corner awaiting him.

It took Keshawn years to finally send men out to look for the now older man. He could've sent them much sooner, but pride kept him from doing so. When he saw a picture of a boy who shared an uncanny resemblance to him, he knew that was his child. He wanted to be angry that Paris never told him, but he couldn't blame the shorter man. He knew Paris was a hothead, so trying to redeem himself would be his hardest task.