𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

✰. 𝟎𝟏𝟑

➣.  ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ
ᴄʟᴀʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ

That kid had been on my mind for the past few days. It's probably only been two days since I dropped him off and his face appears in my head all the time. Maybe I just want what I shouldn't have. I'd probably ruin the kid he was young and had plans. Maybe messing with him wasn't in any of our best interest.

I was coming back from dropping off a supply to a secret destination. I have people working for me all over New York, especially Bronx and Brooklyn. I sold this shit better than anyone else and I haven't been caught yet.

I remember one time a bitch I use to fuck with was nosy and asked why I sold them. It was simple I needed money, the fast way. People like me don't get nice jobs like other people can. We don't get offered the same opportunities because of the way we look and quality of education. She asked if I ever felt bad for what I did to people. What did I do to people? Absolutely nothing if you asked me. If they decided to pick up a drug that was on them and that's how it is.

I opened the door to the trap house that was in plain sight. Eli and Markus were both looking a hot ass mess. I looked at them with a blank expression not hinting them of anything. I knew though, I always did.

"Y'all done?" I chuckled internally at the double meaning

"Almost." Eli said

All they had to do was pack stuff away in boxes. They always fucking around on the job like I don't know. They've worked for me for a while, I know everything.

"Imma be back." I said after taking out a drink from my fridge.

Maybe I'll go get food on the other side of Greenwood.

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➣. ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ
ᴘʀʏᴄᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴋɪɴs

I walked outside my building. I didn't plan to do anything really, maybe get something good to eat. Yeah, that sounds nice. My mom as usual was working, but she should be home by four. I would be back by then to spend the rest of the day with her.

That day with Dominic still invaded my thoughts. I let him do this, he touched me and kissed the right places and there I am ready to get on my knees for him. Afterwards I just felt guilty and dirty and I kept saying I wasn't gay. I'm starting to wonder if me not being gay is just an excuse, that if I said I was gay I would let him have his way with me and it makes me feel worse.

It's not supposed to be like this. He's someone I could never be with.

I remembered after Travis died and I went away for the summer I was stuck going to church every Sunday with my relatives. I dreaded dressing up in the uncomfortable clothes trying to ignore the preaching I didn't care for. There was a few days in particular that stuck with me.

"The bible says and I quote ' Man shall not lay with man'. I condemn these people and their unholy actions. I would only like to men and women together."

My grandma, aunt, cousins and countless other people listened to the preachers words. I looked down at my feet that barely reached the carpeted floors of the church. I didn't think being gay had to be bad, I hadn't really put thought into it before. I thought people were good looking regardless of gender most of the time. Though the only time I found a boy attractive-

My thoughts had been interrupted.

"God, what—" a honk cut me off

"It's you again? Get in the car." Clarence said

"No thanks."

He sent that infamous glare towards me "I wasn't asking I was telling you."

Didn't know you were my daddy.

I climbed into the passengers seat and he wasted no time to continue driving again.

"You stay telling me get in the car, you sound like a kidnapper." I said buckling the seat belt

He shrugged "Aren't you like 17? I guess I am a kidnapper."

"Hey I'll be 18 soon enough. I'm not a kid."

He made a 'tuh' sound. There wasn't anything funny, I wasn't a little kid.

"Where are we even going?"

"I want some Chinese food, you hungry?"

"N-" and just then my stomach betrays me with a growl

He raised an eyebrow at me and chuckled. This is embarrassing.

Clarence parked in front of the Chinese food place. While I ordered I could feel Clarence's eyes watching me. We got out and he payed for my food even after I told him he shouldn't. Then we went back to his car, I wasn't gonna eat in this guys nice ass car.

He looked at me once more before grabbing my neck. It wasn't a tight grip or anything, but it definitely surprised me.

"Who you got touching my shit?" he asked

"I don't know what your talking ab- ah!" I squeaked

His big hand was in my on my pants gripping me and my breathing picked up.

"This right here," he slowly moved his hand up and back down "is mine."

"Now who been touching you?"

Oh shit, he's seen the hickeys on my neck.

"Don't worry about it." I wasn't gonna just tell him

"So you wanna play like that?" he asked rhetorically and started tightening his hold

The limited space caused me to grip my chair and lean farther back into my seat.

"Lemme ask again who gave you them hickeys?" His hands never faltered

"D-Dominic."

I really just snitched, what a fucking idiot move.

He didn't remove his hand though, he looked me in the eye and gave me a little smirk.

Awe fuck.