I Don't Even Know ❇ malum au

Gangs (Malum)

So, this didn't happen in the characters' lives.  And, nor will it contain smut.  But it will have violence and uncensored language - as usual.  I think it's kinda fluffy.  Let's say it would have been somewhere inbetween chapters 11 and 12.  :)
It's 1 A.M. - I should be asleep...
Oh, and - I miss writing in past tense, first person.  So, it's in Mikey's pov.  Xx
Dude... I'm seriously listening to Ronnie Radke's mixtape to write this - I belong in a satanic ghetto...

It was one of the many days that I had the repulsive urge of venturing outdoors; I had a serious hatred for sunlight.

I guessed that was why my bedroom was in the basement.

So, in result to my urge - I was walking down the sidewalks of Sydney.  And, somewhere along they way I ended up in the shadier side of town.

I even saw a twenty-four hour waffle house.

Those are never good.

Though, I didn't bother to turn around and head back home.  I was just being faced with so much shit in life that I didn't care at that point.

Anyway, who goes for a small guy in the hood?

Well, maybe that was a stupid thought.  I could easily be eaten alive - but I was too weird for someone to approach me.  I wasn't scared.

If anything - I was exhilarated.  I had never bother to live my life up until then.  I was always holed away in my room that was litteraly underground - so I was strangely pumped to be inhaling the fresh air.

Ew, what else was I smelling.  It smelled like sewage, and - smoke?  It wasn't the smoke from a fire, and it wasn't what I'd smelled at Ashton's before.

Was it cigarettes?

I didn't know - I'd never been around any tobacco products throughout my entire life.  And I definitely was not complaining.  The whole thought of lung cancer just scared me off.

Even though I had a better chance of dying some other way than to be one of the unlucky few to meet my demise through smoke.

"Aye!"

I didn't bother to glance up, figuring that whoever it was wasn't talking to me.  Then I realized - I was walking down an alleyway.  Somewhere along the way, I must've made a turn in my walk.

"C'mere!"

I glanced up, seeing that there were three guys staring at me as though I were a piece of meat.  As much as I wanted to be wanted - I definitely did not enjoy the way the guys, who were all dressed strangely alilke, were staring at me.

"M-Me?" I asked, disbelief and fear coursing through my veins.

"Yeah, baby," the guy in the middle of the three, who looked to be bigger than the others, replied to me with a smirk.

"Um," I had to think of a good answer - and quick.  "I-I would, b-but I'm looking f-for my son.  H-He's a short little blonde - have y-you seen him?"

"Yeah, man - I'm lookin' right at him," the three slowly inched closer to me, a smirk overtaking the face of the one who was speaking.

"O-Oh, good!  W-Where is he?"

I was so stupid.

"Right here," he got close enough to run a finger down my sweater covered chest, his eyes locked on mine.

"W-What?"

"You're gonna be my boy, baby," he quickly grabbed me by the waist, smashing his nasty lips to mine.  I did my best to push him away, but his hands found their way to harshly grip my bum, causing me to squirm and consequently lean into him.