𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 {𝘀𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗼𝗻}

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|| 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐲 ||

i was already awake and dressed to go before sunrise which was at seven, i woke up to the smell of bacon being cooked from downstairs. signaling that jahseh was awake. and surprisingly, i was starving, my stomach had been growling ever since i got that first whiff of bacon.

everything that needed to be done was done. i had knocked out two birds with one stone by jacking myself off first thing when i was in the middle of taking a nice hot shower, and then when i got out i brushed my teeth.

jahseh hadn't come to my room this morning, if anything i could basically feel him avoiding me. that's why jared was the one knocking on my door, surprised when he walked in to see me already sitting up on my bed and dressed, asking for some matches.

"here kiddo. don't get too crazy out there now, ya hear?" i snatched the matches out of his hands and stuffed them in a random pocket in the bag.

right now, i was working on packing a bag full of everything that i needed for my day long journey. i would never admit it out loud, but i was excited to go back.

"hey, i am about to head out. i won't be back for a week, you be good for jahseh ya hear? and if he asks you to do something, please just do it. stokeley, are you listening to a word i am saying?" nope. i really ain't. all i know is that if jahseh asks me to do something i'm suppose to do it, but he probably wouldn't be wanting anything from me after i turned him down.

"yep. got it," i replied, stuffing a portable charger in the netting of the right side pocket, making sure it was turned all the way off so the battery wouldn't drain out of it before i got all the way out there. next to go was one of my hoodies, that boy kept it pretty cold in that house. probably because he couldn't feel anything. hisself was so cold that to the touch, it sent shivers down my spine and made my hair on my arms stand to attention.

"if jahseh has to call me-" i groaned, giving him a glare. he pointed at me with a warning look on his face. like, it's obvious that i am busy, but you still standing here talking to me like i give a shit about you or your wack ass husband.

"okay jared," i seethed. he looked at me in shock , and i looked back at him waiting for him to start back at his complaining. he really be acting like a bitch, i should just start calling him sis. and i know the only reason he was still standing there is because he trying to find something to complain about. well, go complain about your twenty seven year old husband wanting your seventeen year old sons dick, father. that gives you something to complain about and get the hell out of face for a few.

damn at this rate, i might just slip up and put my dick in jahseh just to make him mad. his expression would be priceless.

father leaves husband and twelve year old son for a small home-wrecker twink with blonde and black dreads. said home-wrecker twink has a thing for husbands son, gets banged on his husbands' side of the bed by son.

"enough with the disrespect boy, you about to be shipped off with that little attitude of yours," he yelled, then slammed my door. didn't even stay to see my reaction, imagine being that mad. shaking my head at the audacity he had to raise his voice to me, he'll regret yelling at me like that one day when his husband swollen our future kids in the house he pays for.

i rolled my eyes, letting out a loud laugh at what just happened before turning my focus back to the things neatly sitting on my made bed, with a black comforter set. the next thing i needed to put in here was the first aid box i found under the sink in the connected bathroom, that i liked to use for jerking off.