Russian Roulette (Royce)

Everyone's sorry

::Jacob's P.O.V::

"You can't just take him away" I heard my mom say from downstairs. Who was she talking to? I looked at Chresanto and he looked just as confused as I did. We were already halfway through Spring break and we had been having the best time we ever had together. We talked, and laughed, and joked. We went places too, like to the park. I got this sick feeling in my stomach as I stood up and left my room, I walked to the stairs and just stood at the top and listened. 

"You've been gone for like, five weeks" my mom said, I could tell that the front door was opened just a little. "Do you know who she's talking to?" Chresanto asked he came up behind, "shit, man" I said as I looked at him, "you can't just be coming up behind people like that". "Sorry" he said, a small smile on his face. "Teresa, I have to go, and I need my son" "is... Is she talking to my dad? Our dad, sorry" Chres said. I nodded a little "I think so". 

::Chresanto's P.O.V::

"Give me my son, Teresa; you've got one of your own" my dad stated, "yeah, that you left behind" Ms. Perez replied. "Don't turn this around on me, we were both unhappy at the time and both knew it would be best if we split up" "well I thought you might've wanted to keep in contact, so you could spend time with your son? That's how people usually do it, Lorenzo". It was silent for a while until I heard yell, "Romelo!"

Hearing him yell my 'name' hurt because it wasn't my official real name, and it brought back memories of Trina, Carry, Nicki, and Tony. I grew angry at the thought of him leaving me some weeks ago and as my anger grew, I couldn't help but think it was all his fault. Me getting raped was all his fault. "Romelo!" He called again, I walked down the stairs and glared at him when I got to the bottom. "That's not my name" was the first thing I said to him, "stop calling me Romelo". "Don't do this right now" "why not? You've been gone for so long, I'm surprised you still remember that I'm your damn son". 

I suddenly felt a pair of hands rest on my shoulders, it was Jacob. "Hey, dad" he greeted, "haven't seen you in a while". "You told him?" "I had to at some point" Ms. Perez said, "when were going to tell me that Jacob was my brother?" I asked to him. My dad looked at me, then at Jacob, he quickly put his attention back on Ms. Perez. "I just came to get my son, okay?" "Which one?" Jacob asked seriously, "'cause you've got two".

He groaned, "you all are waisting my time". "Then go! No one said that you had to come here, no one said that you had to get me back!" I yelled in frustration, "I like it here and I don't want to go with you, I don't wanna go back home and be around the people who raped me". Jacob pulled me into him and wrapped his arms around my waist, "it's all your fucking fault!" I screamed.

"That's not true" my dad said he looked at me warily, "t-that's not true, Trina di-" "Yes, the fuck she did! She got Nicki, and Carry, and some bastard named Tony, and they fucking held me down in the damn living room, dad! And I cried and I screamed, but you weren't there to help me, no one was there to help me except for Jacob when he finally came to my rescue". 

I was a crying mess now, I could barely form my words anymore and I just wanted to wrap my hands around something, and it may or may not be my father's damn throat. "You just fucking left me" I said quietly, Jacob was rubbing soothing circles into my back as he continued to hold me close. "I'm sorry, Rome- Chresanto, I'm so sorry; I'll make it up to you, I swear, but I really need you to come with me" I shook my head a little at his attempt to get me back.

"Just go home, dad" I said, "that's the thing, I can't. They've got the whole thing under surveillance now, I'm basically on the run and I would really like it if I had my son with me so I can keep him safe" "you weren't worried about my safety when you left me with Trina" I commented. "I thought I could trust her, and I'm so sorry that you had to go through that, but we have to go. Now. So come on".