Anomalous Lovers.

Criminal.

I sat up in bed, and got up. I was thirsty and needed to use the restroom. Before I could go, Scorpio grabbed my wrist, making me fall back into the bed. "What the hell? What?" I hissed. He chuckled. "Where you going?" He asked. "I'm thirsty and I need to pee." I said. "If you need to pee, why would you be thirsty too?" He asked. "I just am!" I said. He let go of my hand and I stood back up.

I left the room and headed down the stairs. I poured myself a cup of some sweet tea. "What up?" I jumped a bit and looked up seeing Mikey standing there, with pajama pants on with a white T. "Uh nothing, just getting something to drink." I said. He yawned and said "You woke me up."

"Sorry." I chuckled. I put the tea back into the refrigerator and was about to leave, but he obviously expected a conversation. "So, I can't tell he really cares about you...Do you care about him?" He asked. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't." I smiled. "Thanks...for being there for him. He really needs somebody and I always tried to be there for him, but...you know with the whole situation with him and Shawn, I just kind of treated him more like a friend than a brother." He said. "Shawn? Your stepdad?" I asked. "Yeah, you know with the incident, how he had to come stay with me." I nodded. "Right, no disrespect to your mom, but what kind of woman just kick their kid out." I said. "Yeah, but then again, she was strung out and plus he shot him." I quickly looked up at him. "Did you just say shot?" I asked. He stared me, then shook his head quickly. "No, never mind. It's getting late so-" "Wha did you just say?" I demanded to know. I needed confirmation. "Okay, yeah. I said shot, but you have to understand-" "Who shot who? Like what do you mean?" I stammered on. "Scorpio shot Shawn..more than once. So he fled- ya know what, no. It's not my place to tell you this. Obviously he wants you to be clueless. So stay clueless, and act like you don't know sh**." He then got closer to me. "And if you dare to even ask, or tell anything-" "No, she's fine." Shawn spoke up, arms crossed, leaning against the wall, near the entrance of the kitchen. I pushed Mikey away and went straight for Shawn. "What the hell is he talking about?" I asked. "You heard him right?" He said seeming irritated. "So you actually shot your stepdad? How could you not tell me that...you kill- oh my god." I didn't know what to do. "Woah, I didn't kill him. The hell?" I looked at him relieved. Mikey stayed, quietly watching us. "Oh. I just thought-" "No, but I wasn't sure, so that's why I was staying with Mikey. I was only 13 and I wasn't trying to get locked up so.." He seemed really ashamed and kind of embarrassed. "He was beating the hell out of my mom and the gun was there so, I just did it and it happened. He's alive, paralyzed from the waist down, but alive." He explained. I felt so bad for him. I remembered nights, staying at my mom's and some guy she'd be sleeping with for drugs would beat her. I remember putting the dresser up against the door, because the locks didn't work. I remember just listening and trying so hard to block it out and just wonder...Why would she let this happen to her? I'll never let that happen to me. "I'm sorry.." He said. I stared at him surprised. "If you don't think of me the same-" "It's not your fault, I know exactly where you're coming from. I just never handled things that way. I imagined it, but never did it." I admitted. He seemed surprised that I actually understood. He then looked over at Mikey, who started to leave. "There's more to it.." He said as soon as his brother left. I just stared at him, wondering what more could come from this. "I- Well I don't know how to say this.." He thought for a moment, but I remained silent. I was nervous. "Growing up Mikey would always steal things and sell it to make money, by the time he was 14, he was able to steal from big shoe brand companies and clothes. He was making a lot. So by the two me he was 16, he left and moved to Chicago. We didn't really talk a lot cause I was ashamed of him I guess. Then, the incident with Shawn happened. My mom told me that I needed to leave and that I couldn't stay with her. So I got a hold of Michael and within two days, he got me. He took care of me better than my mom ever did and after a month of being with him, one day he just sat me down and-" he paused to look up at me. I was just listening. He continued. "Mikey told me that he wasn't only selling shoes anymore, he was dealing drugs, selling clothes, makeup, purses, alcohol, jewelry and every damn thing in the book. He sold the clothes out of Chicago, purses,clothes and stuff like that in a few cities in Florida, drugs in Ohio and Michigan, but his main focus was on jewelry. I never realized it had gotten that far. He told me how he had men in Ohio that are on the floor, meaning they steal the jewelry from places like Zales, K, Jared, etc. and he has men in Michigan who actually resell it. He told me that he had a house in Michigan where the guys usually meet to talk business and offered me the house, the deal was to help out every now and then with dealing it out. He said he'd help me get emancipated and help me financially until I was good." He explained everything without looking me in the eyes. He room a breath. He finally looked me in the eyes. "You wanted to know my job, and what I do, this is my secret. You don't have to like it. I know you won't, but just please accept me as who I am and look past it." I was really surprised and it took a lot to not just leave. I wanted to say 'at least he's not dealing drugs', but hell it's close to it. I looked at him. "Why did you keep it from me?" I asked."I didn't want to lose you." He said. "You already have enough problems and I knew you wouldn't want to deal with mine." He said. "I guess it's too late now, then." I said. His problems are mine. But how could I accept this? What if he meets my dad and he wants to know how he keeps his money up? I can't just say 'well he's a dealer. I accept it, so you should too'. He'd kill us both. I stood up. I didn't want to talk about it. "I'm going to sleep. This is too much right now." I shrugged and simply walked away. "You don't wanna talk about it?" He asked, following behind me. "No, Shawn, okay?" I replied. "So that's it? You're just going to leave, b-" "I'm not going anywhere." I stopped in the middle of the staircase to look at him. "I love you, and all that comes with you. I just don't want to talk about it now. Trust me, I'll want to know later, but right now I don't don't to. I'm jot leaving...Can we just go to sleep?" I said. He looked as if he was trying to hide a smile, but just nodded. It was all strange to me, because Scorpio doesn't look like he has so much baggage on the outside, but he really does. I knew damn well I wasn't going to sleep much tonight, how could I? He just admitted to running an illegal business. Sometimes I wonder why I love him, but then I look at him, or I hear his voice, or touch his skin, or even imagine his presence and suddenly I am reminded why.

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