It was the quiet of the darkness that Trey didnt like. He could deal with sleeping in a roach infested motel that was filled to the rim with crack heads and prostitutes. He could also deal with the constant empty nagging pain in the pit of his stomach, that never seemed to be satisfied. But mostly, he told himself that he was better off not having that one person that would love him unconditionally. He wasnt a man who needed those love songs scratching at his heart. Or at least that's what he told himself.
Trey cared more about the unknown than what was right in front of his eyes:
Monsters under the bed.
The dark of night.
Someone peeling away his tough outer skin and loving him where the softness lay.
Growing old and being alone. (Which was a total contradiction and made no sense since he preferred solitude anyway.)
These are the things that kept him tossing and turning in bed.
Made him lay awake until the early AM of the morning.
Made him chain smoke to soothe his raw edges.
Made him pray to a GOD that he really didn't believe in.
"Dear God. I know you don't know me. So I don't want to know you. You never let me catch a break. So I won't throw you one. I'm fine on my own, that way I don't have to answer to anyone, including you. Now you can taste what the pain of rejection feels like. Amen."
The outer Trey
Trey knew no better because he had never had better. At the end of the day he was exactly what his mother born him into.
Trash..
No more than the remains of a crack whores addiction to drugs.
SHE was the one who had planted the seed of failure and discontent.
Squirted him out like diarrhea and left him, still connected to his placenta, in a toilet bowl. Left her bastard son to die. It was simple ..he was never meant to live..
But since he did....
Anything that Treynum was he had her to thank for it. That included being a ruthless criminal.
So while he was robbing from the rich and stealing from the poor, he cared less and less about his victims. Told himself that as long as he didn't get caught he wasn't really harming anyone or breaking the law.
The real Trey
No one had to know that on the inside he was five years old again. Curled up safely inside of himself trying to find a peace that, just like his mother, never came back.
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RomanceTHEY NEEDED EACH OTHER Trey is lonely and bitter. Julian is looking for love, in all the wrong places. Both of their lives are in auto pilot until one night when Trey makes the mistake of trying to rob Julian. Until that night robbing people is th...
