Prince of the ghetto MxM (Staten Krown)

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"Ugh..." I stated trying to get up.

I couldn't.

"You are still bruised up a little bit, you should lay back down."

I looked around. Who the fuck was talking? His voice was heavy. I turned to the light and the sound of his voice. Was it a halo around his head? No, no, it was just the flickering light in the background.

"Are you an angel?"

Stupid question. The pain shot through my spine. I was so disoriented. The boy in front of me...well...he was beautiful. Yeah, see I always have been attracted to other boys. I'd never said anything. Mother would kill me.

"No, but I can try to be."

"Am I alive?"

"Yeah son, I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, shorty..." he stated.

"What?"

He looked sad all of a sudden. Where the fuck were we? It didn't look like a room. It was something else, but my mind was so disoriented that I couldn't form what was going on. Where were we? I began to panic. Why was I in such pain?

Why was I having such a hard time remembering anything?

"Where am I?"

"Get some rest."

I had really thought he was an angel. I tried to struggle. My mind was pacing so fast trying to put all these visions into my head, but my body felt so weak. It was almost paralyzed. Where the fuck was I?

"Where...where..."

Where? I couldn't even answer it. My body failed completely. I could feel a sleep coming over me and I could just see my angel there, standing over me, watching me as though so interested in me. He was watching me as though trying to figure me out.

The sleep came over me like a huge wind, knocking me unconscious.

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I woke up to loud sounds outside. I looked outside of the window. There were these men gathered around a garbage can that was lit on fire. There were ambulances. Little dirty looking kids running the street. I had heard about places like this. I was in...I was in the GHETTO! I woke up with a headache. It felt like I was sleeping forever. There was a fireplace. I had to be in some sort of building or something. It looked abandoned. I was in the most rundown looking area that I had ever been in.

I saw that around my leg, I had something wrapped around my foot. It was wrapped like a bandage. It was a shirt. Maybe it was the shirt that I had on. I couldn't remember. Hell, I couldn't remember a lot of things.

Everything was dark where in this building; save a flickering light above my head.

"Hello?"

I got up at that moment. I walked down the hall. This place was all torn up and run down. The paint was all chipping off. It didn't look healthy at all. I covered my mouth. There was a raw smell all around me. This shit was ridiculous. I was definitely out of place here and I wasn't used to it.

Was the angel real? I remembered someone here.

I found my way to the end of the hall where I saw running water. We had to be in some sort of rundown building or something.

I opened the door.

He was standing there. His ass was facing me. I had to admit it was an amazing body. He had strong legs. He had been taking a shower. I looked at the thing he was taking a shower in. I guess you could call that some sort of tub or something. It looked like it had been there since the Great Depression. I believed that's what American's called it.