heartbreak hotel

flashbacks

After a whole day of shopping with Omar and Stokeley, i ended up falling asleep on Omars large plush couch. It was so soft, and it smelled just like Omar did, it smelled like expensive cologne and a tint of cannabis. Something i enjoyed the smell of.

I woke up to Omar and Stokeley talking out on the balcony, my back facing them, i didnt want them to know i was up.

"So why this kid? You got like 20 a week on those steps" Stoke asked him.

"I don't know man, he just... he intrigues me" Omar said, he sounded confused at his own words.

"You tryna hit that or what? You look at him like you wanna rip him a new hole, gay ass nigga" Stoke laughed. My heart sank, surely thats not why he let me into his home.

"I mean hes cute and all, but its not just that, he looks, man i dont know, and you is a gay ass nigga so what you saying huh?" Omar growled playfully at him. I sighed and streached. My ass sticking out as i did.

I liked Omar, he was tall and he had muscle in all the right places, he wasnt skinny, but he wasnt fat either. I could appreciate his body. He was cute. He has a pretty smile and the clean bunch of dreads on top of his heads were also cute.

"Hay, you're awake" Omar said coming in. I nodded and smiled.

"I actually think im gonna go into my bed for a nap." I announced. I was really tired.

"A'ite, ill come wake you when dinners ready" he said to me, his sweet voice rippling through me.

"Thanks Omar" i said heading to bed.

When i got to my room i used the remote to shut the blind, i changed into more suitable bed clothes. I slipped on a pair of tight boxers and an oversized hoodie before climbing into the bed.

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Flashback

I was living with my uncle. I had been here a few weeks, everything was going smooth, he was alright i guess, until this particular day. See my uncle was my fathers brother, he was the only brother he had out of 7 siblings.

He had been on the phone with my father, a man i had grown to resent, i was 14, life was getting better living with my uncle but this particular day he wanted to tear down every peice of trust i had in him.

"Youre father called boy" he boomed, his breath smelling like some ciggaretts. "Told me some things about you that i ain't tryna hear" he said. My heart started going at 100mph. He grabbed me and pulled me to the couch, i tried to push him off but he punched my stomach causing my body to fold over. Now i was pushed to the couch ass in the air.

"See god dont like no gays, and your father tells me you're a fag" he said pushing me onto the couch and holding my arms behind my back.

"Ill show you what happens when you're a fagget, ill teach you how these fags work boy" his voice crusry and dry, i struggled to get away but he held me in place. I cried as he tugged down my trousers.

"Please uncle Elmano, please" i cried as he gave me no warning before pressing his fingers to my ass. I shivered at the touch, i didnt like it.

I cried the whole time, by the time he had finished abusing me i was a naked shivering mess. He even ripped my best t shirt off. He tunred me and slapped me across the face making my lip burst open.

"That'll teach you, fucking ugly ass twink" he grumbled as he buckled his belt and turned leaving the house and slaming the door shut. As soon as it was clear i screamed out, crying at the pain he had left me in. I felt like i couldn't breath, my whole body ached, i hated myself even more. I cried and cried for my mother but she never came.

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Present.

"No, momma, please, help me" I woke up screaming with Omar on top of me holding me to the bed. I paniced and i punched him causing him to fall of the bed. He Lay on the floor groaning as i sat up. I started gathering my things while still crying and ready to run out the door but Omars strong hands pulled me back.

I winced, bracing myself for the hit to come. But instead i was pulled into a hug. I cried harder as Omar held me. Soon his 6'3 self picked me up bridal style and carried me to bed again where this time we both slipped in.

"Im sorry for scaring you, but you wouldnt wake up from your nightmare and you were screaming, you scared me" he told me holding me to his warm body.

"Im sorry for hurting you" i cried. I moved more into his body looking for the heat as i shivered away. Omar wrapped his arms around me and turned me as he spooned me and pressed a single kiss to my shoulder before we both drifted off.

The next time i woke up after that was more pleasent. The smell of meat coming into my room. I got up and got a bottle of water from the mini fridge before stumbling into the main room tired.

"Hay, feeling better?" Omar asked from behind me making me jump. This dude is literaly always scaring me.

"Um, yeah im fine" i mumbled, i sat on the sofa pulling my jumper over my knees.

"You'll stretch it if you do that" he told me.

"Wish you would streach me" i mumbled seeing him there in only his boxers cooking.

"Huh?" He asked me looking up. I blushed. Did i say that out loud.

"I said its already too big for me" i covered. He screwed up his face and nodded confused. I burried my head into my knees trying to hide my blush. Why was i so fucking stupid.

Omar doesnt want me, he even told stokeley that. He probably just feels bad for me, i dont need peoples pitty, but the reason i stay is because any bed is better than the cold street.

"You finna come eat?" Omar asked putting down two plates on the kitchen counter.

"What did you make?" I asked watching him as he moved around. He had his body on show, doing things to me. I was so attrected to him and i didn't know why.

"A lamb stew, and i didnt make it,i just heated it up in the pot" he told me. I tried it and moaned at the flavor of the food.

"Its been so long since I've ate real food like this,ive ate more the past few days than i have the past 3 years" i said smiling.

"Just eat" Omar said smiling at me. I smiled at him. I hated this, i seamed to blush ever time i looked at Omar.

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