Breaking the Rules [BoyxBoy]

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No matter how far we go
I want the whole world to know

Chapter 28 ~ Made in the USA

Trey Carter

"God dammit, Lisa! I thought I told you not to bother me with Clarantino matters. I'm done representing that son of a—" was all I heard when I breezed into the kitchen, hoping to resolve some issues with my mother as well as shed some light on very pressing matters, like being held kidnapped and shooting a major drug lord, but as I should've expected, she was busy. She had only been back for half a day, but her cell phone was already blowing up with calls from work.

As soon as she noticed my presence in the kitchen, she sighed heavily and said, "Tell him I'm booked. He had his chance." With those words, she hung up the phone and placed it on the kitchen island just before brushing a wisp of blonde hair behind her ear. "Hey, baby, how are you?"

I shrugged. "Fine, where's Dad?"

"He should be getting back sometime tonight. He's got a layover in Houston."

I hummed in response, not knowing what else to say.

"So—" Her forest green eyes brimmed with excitement, "—I know I've been gone for a while. How's it been? What have you been doing all this time?"

I shrugged. "I met a pothead who saved me from getting jumped by three racist guys. He then proceeded to kidnap me after finding out that I was rich and held me against my will. Oddly enough, though, I kinda started to like him with the more time we spent together. Then, of course, he played with my feelings like they were nothing—as does every boy that I like—and then he got himself kidnapped too! So me, former kidnapped hostage, had to save a kidnapped hostage from a drug lord whose name oddly resembles the devil." The words flew out of my mouth so quickly and so effortlessly that I had to take a breath so that I wouldn't pass out. "But other than that, it's going great."

My mother cocked her head to the side in confusion as her smile slowly faded away. "Was that necessary?"

"Was what necessary?" I retaliated, matching her confusion.

"The elaborate story." She placed her manicured hands on her hips and gave me one of her famous motherly condescending looks. It was clear that she had already lost interest in the conversation because she snatched her phone from the counter and made her way out of the kitchen. On any given day, I would've let her leave and disappear into the workload that came with being a successful lawyer, but I was tired of hiding. I was tired of not getting their attention. I was tired of my parents not knowing the real me.

"Mom, I'm serious," I called after her, in which she responded by spinning around to face me. "The past couple weeks have been a shithole, a literal shithole. There were times when I thought my life would be over and you know what scared me the most? Knowing that if I died, you guys wouldn't even care."

Her mouth fell agape. "Trey, what kind of absurd accusation are you making?" She folded her arms against her chest and closed the distance between us. Her gaze studied mine for a full moment before she reached out to brush her fingers through my hair. "I care about you honey. Me and your father care about you tremendously. You're our only son."

I smacked her hand away from my face. "How can you care about me when you know nothing about me?"

She stared back at me with disbelief, but her astonishment dwindled away when she let out a harsh laugh, one that suggested I was wrong. "Baby, what's going on with you?"