::Jacob's P.O.V::
I watched Chresanto as he stared at my mom, she had just explained everything to him when it came to her and Lorenzo's past relationship. He looked at me and I hoped he would say something, anything. He suddenly looked down and sighed, "Chres" I said lightly, I placed my hand on his knee and he shook his head and said "uh-uh, no". He stood up and moved far away from me, I felt this pain in my chest and I wanted to go hide somewhere. I shouldn't've told him.
"I'm tired, I've been through a lot today, could I know where I'm sleeping for the night?" He asked as he looked right past me and at my mom. "The guest room is free, you'll see it when you walk upstairs, it's the second room on the left".
My eyes watched as Chresanto walked up the stairs and disappeared from my sight. My shoulders dropped and I stared at the wall. "Baby, I think he just needs some time" my mom said as she rubbed my back, I nodded a little "yeah, maybe". I blinked back my tears and added, "I think I'm gonna go to sleep too". I stood up and walked to my room. I had to pass the guest room to get to mine, so as I did I caught a small glimpse of Chresanto sitting on the bed. I stood in the doorway and said "want some pajamas?" "Yes, please" "okay".
I walked into my room and went to my dresser, I pulled out a pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt for him. I walked back to the guest room and gave him the clothes, "thanks" "you're welcome". I looked at him for a couple of seconds before finally leaving. I collapsed onto my bed and took a deep breath, I hadn't realized how tired I was until I laid down. What time was it anyway? I looked at my clock. 11:46.
::Chresanto's P.O.V::
I sat up in the bed with my knees to my chest. I rested my chin on my legs and breathed out slowly. I couldn't go to sleep, I wasn't tired. How could I be? I was raped or molested or whatever the fuck it was called by three old hags, and I was informed that Jacob was really my half-brother. That's a lot to take in. I wanted to close my eyes, but every time I did I would see Trina's smirk and I'd hear the sighs of satisfaction from Carry and I would feel Nicki's touch and I just, I couldn't.
After getting into the pajamas that Jacob provided for me, I eased myself under the blanket and rested my head on the pillow. I couldn't get comfortable, for some reason I felt like someone was watching me. I turned my head to the door and saw no one was there, it was just dark empty space. I swallowed my nervousness and I tried closing my eyes, but again; Trina, Carry, and Nicki filled my thoughts. I sighed because I knew it was going to be a long night.
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::Jacob's P.O.V::
"No, s-stay away from me!"
I slowly opened my eyes and blinked a couple of times, what was going on? I slowly sat up and yawned, I looked at my clock to check the time. 3:20.
"Get off of me!"
It was Chresanto. I completely forgot he was here. I got out of my bed and walked to the guest room. I walked in and saw him tossing and turning lightly in his sleep. "Somebody please help me" he begged in his sleep, I walked over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. "Chres" I shook him lightly, "Chresanto". "Please, stop" he said quietly, "Chres" I shook him some more and he suddenly pushed my hand away from him. "You get the fuck away from me!" He yelled, "what, you decided to come and take advantage of me too?"
"N-No, I... I came to check up on you, you were talking in your sleep, a nightmare... I don't know" I said, I turned on the light to the room and saw he had his head in his hands. "Sorry" he apologized, "it's okay" I said quietly. I stood there and just looked at him, "I'm sorry everything had to happen" I confessed, "it's okay if you don't want to date anymore, or talk.... It's okay".
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Russian Roulette (Royce)
FanfictionWhen your father's the most feared man on the streets of California, you've only got two things to do. Respect him and pay attention. That's what sixteen year old, Chresanto August has been doing all his life. Being the son of the man whose murdered...