Prince of the ghetto MxM (Staten Krown)

7

My father was a war criminal.

My father embezzled money.

My father robbed the country of it's resources.

My father started a genocide killing innocent people.

My father was placed on Interpol's Most Wanted list.

I looked at the articles, "This says my father simultaneously enthralled and enslaved a generation of young boys who slaughtered on his behalf."

There were always young boys around. There was always young boys around the palace growing up even after my father was gone.

Marcus wasn't responding to this. He was looking down. He clearly was acting as though he didn't even hear what was going on.

"He used child soldiers," Brolic explained to me, "He was the #5 most wanted man in the world."

"You knew about this?" I asked Marcus.

Marcus didn't reply.

Why wasn't Marcus replying? One of the photos had a mass grave caused by my father. Marcus wasn't going to reply to this shit?

He was just looking down.

"Knew about it? Think about it. Child slaves. Do you think Marcus just chose to serve your family? How old was he when he became your servant?"

Atrocities...so many fucking atrocities.

Marcus wasn't denying anything. He had faded from the conversation even though he was right in the room.

"You've said enough," Jalen told Brolic.

"Don't you think it's weird Jalen?" Brolic asked him, "Don't you think your boyfriend needs to know the truth about his royal family lineage."

"ENOUGH!" Jalen shouted.

Brolic wouldn't stop, "He should know that his mother continued his father's atrocities after his father was gone. He should know all that he comes from a family of monsters."

That was when Jalen hit him.

Jalen hit him hard across the face. Brolic stumbled backward. I could tell by Brolic's face that he hadn't expected Jalen to react in the way he did. I hadn't expected Jalen to react like that. Why blame Brolic? Everything he was saying to me was the truth.

I was left out in the cold with all of it.

"You going to hit me though? You going to fucking hit me?" Brolic asked.

I could tell Brolic was hurt by it. I didn't care that Jalen hit him though. I didn't care about any of this.

I found myself running all of a sudden.

I had to get away.

I had no idea where I was going but I knew I had to get away.

I heard my name called from behind me. I heard Marcus's voice. I heard Jalen's voice. I didn't care. My feet were carrying me faster than their voices could be heard. Soon their voices faded away and even then I continued running.

I cried at that moment.

"You OK?"

It was a random guy. I was on a subway train. I didn't know where I was going. I had paid for a metro card. I think that's what they called it. I had just taken the subway. I just needed to get away.

"You seem lost..." he told me.

I was. I hadn't even been paying attention to where I was going. The only thing that mattered to me was the fucked up shit that my father had done. I had been crying. I had been silently crying. I shouldn't have run off like that. I knew I shouldn't have but I couldn't be there. I couldn't be around Brolic taunting me. I couldn't be around Marcus who acted as though he didn't hear anything that I had been saying.