Till Time Tells

4.0

Lucious was in a good mood, which never happened. That meant once again he was stepping out on Quinten. When you first meat him you assume he's a good guy, he will love bomb you and say all the right things. Lucious was so delusional he would believe he's really a good guy- a catch almost.   Yet Quinten was stuck in the house, watching Lucious kids- cooking and cleaning all well trying to run a drug empire that Lucious couldn't keep afloat if Quinten wrote down step by step choices.

"Let's go do something as a family" Lucious started and Mariah's and Junior smiled widely then looked back at Quinten for permission. Junior was eight at the time and Mariah was almost six. "What yall looking at him for? I'm your dad! Go get dressed" Lucious clapped and the kids left Quinten side who stayed quiet messing with the food on his plate.  "Fuck wrong with you? You wanna be a family right? Well we a fucking family— I be trying Quinten ain't nothing good enough for you!"  He yelled at the eighteen year old boy who stayed silent. He had been taking care of this man's kids for four years now. Four years dealing with Lucious stepping out to be with a women then coming back and begging Quinten to fuck him. Four years of the man running from his sexuality- beating Quinten for it as if he pushed himself onto the older man. Four long years of being treated like shit.

  "Take kids. No go"  Quinten finally spoke up and Lucious just blinked. "Take to zoo— will like that"

"Fuck you mean no go? We doing stuff as a family! We going as a fucking family! You in this family ain't you?"

"Don't want to go with you"

"Quinten you gonna make me mad- I'm trying here. You say I don't treat you good, you say I dont treat you like I love you so I'm trying-

"You come in- smelling like her" Quinten stood up and started cleaning the table from the kids trying to hide his tears. "Smell like her, marks from her- you go be family with her. You no love me. You fuck me... I fuck you- I clean.. I watch kids"

"Ain't nobody told you to watch my fucking kids— they mine!"

"You no care bout nobody but you!" Quinten yelled and he should have  stayed silent. He should have bit his tongue like he always did. He was thrown against the nearest wall- plates falling all around them. Like most times the air being stopped from reaching his longs Lucious watched the man struggle, he watched with a small smirk hearing the way his gasps got more frequent.

  "If I ain't care bout you— you'd be dead" Lucious spoke in the man's ear. "So let's hope I keep caring but your useless ass— I'll throw your ass back in the ring and you can go back to sucking dick and fucking grown ass man for dinner.. since the mouth ain't good for speaking, nigga don't even know proper English" Lucious chuckled, he threw the man to the ground and looked down as Quinten tried to catch his breath. His head pounding from lack of oxygen- his vision slowly coming back. Lucious made sure to spit on the man as he walked over him. "Tell the kids we ain't doing shit as a family cause your ungreatful ass" Lucious spoke going back out the side door slamming it shut. He was going back to the women's house he'd come back later probably drunk- would ask Quinten to fuck him, either beat the man until he said yes or beat him after for being ashamed that he let a man fuck him. 

  Quinten felt guilty instantly he saw the kids come down and look over him. They heard what happened. "S-sorry" Quinten struggled and Mariah just laid down next to the man her head on his chest.

  "It's okay daddy Q- I rather stay home and color with you anyway" she tried to cheer him up but Junior had a frown on his face. Not because he wanted to go anywhere with his father but because every day he had to watch the only person who ever cared about him get beat. Every day he watched Quinten get tossed and degraded- then watch him get up and take care of him and his sister effortlessly. At eight years old Junior realized he wanted his father dead.  "Junie— you wanna color with me and Daddy Q?" Mariah asked her older brother who just clenched his fist.