With The Marks On Your Skin // boyxboy

Chapter 6: Closer

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I raised my hand in front of my face, and the message was still there, but faded a bit. I dropped my hand back on my side. These last couple days, I've only thought about my soulmate. I don't want him taking over my life you know? I'm excited to play street hockey with my dad and the neighborhood guys tomorrow.

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"Dom! To the left!" My dad shouted. It was a warm day out, so I could finally wear shorts and short sleeved shirts. I wasn't really ashamed of my arms, so I didn't fret about covering them. After all, they still had the bandages over them.

"I'm the left winger for a reason!" I laughed, raising my stick high and swinging it hard against the tiny ball, which went flying down the street. It was a pretty long run, but that's my specialty. I'm fast. Zooming down the street past my dad, Zach and his dad, Paul, Jimmy, Don, Ron, and a couple other kids from the neighborhood with their dads. We kind of have a casual team here.

The ball bounced back to my side so I started picking up speed to go where my dad was, attempting to lead the ball to him so he could make a goal. Ron, one of my neighbors, was hot on my tail, and I could see a bunch of boys and their dads coming my direction.

"Over here, Dom!" I heard Zach yell from the right. I got a hold of the ball and I smacked that shit so hard to my dad, but it went straight past him.

FUCK.

"DOM WHAT THE FUCK"

"ZACH YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR MOUTH." Paul yelled from one end of the street. The youngest kids were Jimmy and Zane, who were both 14 years old. They've probably learned every curse word playing with Zach.

"I don't know! I don't know!" I clenched my stick and tried to pin-point where the ball would have landed.

"Dom, it's okay, just go get the ball!" My dad reassured me and took off his glasses to clean them with his shirt.

"Where did the ball even go?" I wondered as I scratched the back of my head.

"It went in there." Jimmy pointed to a raggedy old house; probably a home to many crackheads. It wasn't far from the street we were playing on, Green Street to be precise. We were on Cantura Street.

"Dom hurry up, we don't got all damn day!"

"Okay! I'm going!" I grunted before I started walking. I kept my stick with me, just in case I need to swing at someone. The house was 2 houses down from the end of our street and I was not liking the creepy vibe coming from it. The paint was chipping on all sides of the exterior, plants were swallowing the house from the ground up, and was that a hole in the roof??

I don't know how anyone could live there, but there was a single car parked in the driveway. Oh let's not forget the fucking metal fence surrounding the whole house, and the ball just happened to go over it?? My luck everybody.

The fence door was closed, and I think it was locked too. I guess I was gonna have to jump it. It wasn't that tall, maybe like 4 feet, so I put my foot on top of it and yeeted myself over.

Behind the fence, it was kind of weird. I could feel myself trembling a little, but I just went to grab the ball, which was sitting next to a rather large bush.

Please have nothing jump out Please have nothing jump out Please have nothing jump out

I heard a rustle coming from the middle of the bush and

SOMETHING JUMPED OUT

"SHIT!" I screeched but I quickly quieted myself down when I realized it was just a cat.