Just Friends

Run From The Bad To The Worse

(Jackson's Pov)

I just stood at the door i still couldn't believe what just happened. I just did my first instinct is to run. Which i did. I ran downstairs, wrote a note letting him know i left, then to my car and to my house.

"Aye yo Jackson's home." One of my brothers called as i walked inside."Where you been?"

"I picked up BamBam from the airport and stayed the night as his house" i said grabbing some food my oldest of my two brothers made.

"Where you been?" I heard a deep voice asked. A tall man stood. Looking down on me. It was Pride Rock. Leader of the gang me and my brothers were with.
I swallowed hard he already thought i was gay. And he enjoyed beating me up for it too.

"With a friend...he just got back from Thailand." I answered avoiding his glare

"Bitchen out. Thats where you was" he spoke a slanted and broken Korean. His Cantonese and his English were the same.

"No i wasn't hes just a friend." I defend myself.

"That you fuck with. All you do is bitch out. Faggot ass. Bitch out again and you'll get cut out. " the latter threatened my life.

"But i thought you liked Bambam. Thats who i was with he's my only friend you cant tell me i cant have any friends" I whined.

"You say who?" He asked grabbing my shirt.

"B-bambam....." I Replied

"Faggot boy. You hang with him you one too. I forced to make you straight again"

Everything after that went black. When i woke up i was behind a dumpster. My entire body was in pain. To be honest id rather he kill me them beat me and leave behind a dumpster...

Ill juststay the night here.

I thought to myself. No point in going back anyways. Id be asked if im straight now. And my qnswer would always be 'ive always been straight, me and bambam are just friends' then i hear the same reply. 'Just friends. Okay. Not just friends if you fuck though.' Then ill get beat up again.

The Street is safe enough. I have people on the street that i can hang out with, not very friendly people but they are my people. Kinda, immigrants that came to Korea for same reason as I, but they became homeless and I have a home. As broken as it is, and as much as the people there hate me, Its home.

But in the end of all this.....i always seem to rin from the bad to the worse.....because the worse is whats keeping me alive. Ina sense.