Boondocks: The Hood Edition

Skoo Foe Suckas

(A/N~ There's some explicit content in this chapter. Jus a heads up😁🤭)

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Caesar's POV~

"Is the blindfold really fuckin nessaccarry?" I question the man who posed as my father to come and get me from school yesterday.

Nothing. It's just silence. The sound of the road has ringed in my ears long enough. "Stop the fuckin car and—"

"Geez, just shut the fuck up and sit back, nigga. And if you try to take that blindfold off before we reach our destination, you'll be as good as dead." He calmly warns. I sigh, sitting back. Ain't this some bullshit?

This is ridiculous. My mom is probably worried sick about me. I don't know why I even agreed to get in this car with this Man I've never seen before. Well..he did have me at gun point. Maybe he has a good reason. He better have a good one.

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I pop my eyes open, staring at the blackness of the blindfold. The car had finally come to a stop. I feel around until I hear the sound of the doors unlocking. 

I wince, hearing my door open. When I reach to take the blindfold off, something smacks my hand. "Didn't I say to stop. You young niggas don't listen."

"Fuck You. This is technically kidnap, you bastard." I snap, as he grabs me by my wrist and takes me out of the car.

"If I remember correctly, I asked if you wanted to come cause it's important and Am I really the bastard in this?" He comebacks, chuckling. I scoff, wondering what he's talking about.

"Holding me at gunpoint is not consent. You forced me."

"Shut up and c'mon." He yanks at my wrist.

We walk and walk for a long distance in what seems to be a jungle, the wild, or something until I hear a door squeak open. He forces me in and I hit the floor.

"Aye, man! Why so aggressive? The fuck I ever do to you, huh?" I question, trying to sit up.

The surface underneath me feels soft. I jerk around, trying to stand, but I'm forced back down.

Something squeaks across the ground, landing in front of me.

I hear a snap. The blindfold becomes loose. I pull it down my face, eyes Instantly getting irritated by the light.

"Sit," He demands, pacing around the small space. The walls are blue and white. There's no decorations or nothing. It's plain. The air smells like vanilla and air freshener. They must use this room often.

I reluctantly stand, stumbling to the chair. As I sit, he pulls up a chair as well sitting directly in front of me. "Why you wearin all black?" I question, observing his choice of outfit. He sports a black t-shirt with black baggy jeans and a black hat thats turned the other way around. His gold chain glistens every time the light hits just right.

He lifts his arm out, handing me a water bottle, ignoring my question. My parched throat yearns for it, but I don't trust him so I don't accept it. "Suit yourself," He nods.