Pretty Boy (Completed)

Chapter (1) Adversity

Growing up in the projects wasn't easy. Everything used to be fine, until all the violence. There was a time we could leave the doors unlocked, nowadays we have to lock everything and be careful of whom you invite in your house.

In the meantime, I will update you about me and give you some background on my family. My name is Christian, I'm 5'11 my old friends used to call me "pretty boy" because I keep myself looking fly and attract the ladies. Neither one of my parents are apart of my life. My mom (Monica) stays in the streets selling herself to get drugs. My dad (James) is in jail for assault and battery. He should be getting out in a year or so, I guess. Growing up in Zwolle left me with some good memories. Living in the Hilltop apartments, the struggle is real everyday. I had to drop out of 12th grade and get a job, in order to help pay the necessary bills. It's sad when you don't know where your next meal coming from or if you can lay your head without several roaches crawling on you.

Walking home late from shooting ball, I see my mom on the couch laid over in a drunken state. All I could do was shake my head and walk to my room. When I felt my phone vibrating, I pulled it out to look at who was calling. Smiling, because I saw it was my main girl tasha. The text read as follows: Tasha- Baby, I'm horny. I text her back and let her know, I would shower and be there in fifteen minutes. She messaged back with a licking tongue emoji and a smile face. Grabbing some boxers, basketball shorts and a white t-shirt I headed for the bathroom.

Fifteen, minutes later, I was looking fresh with my Nike basketball shorts, t-shirt and black and gray Jordan's. Sneaking out the back door, I headed over to Tasha's crib. Apparently, her mama was never home, so it was normal for me to come over. I walked a few houses down and saw Tasha standing outside waiting for me. Tasha had on some pajamas that were pink with stars on it and a white tank top that looked like she outgrown it years ago. She smiled when she saw me coming. Running up to me, "Hey, baby I miss you", she said jumping on my back. I grabbed her up and spun her in my arms, "I miss you too baby girl". Tasha led me in the house, and she started kissing me. She hit my spot and I knew she felt me getting aroused, because she pushed me down on her bed. Kneeling down on her knees, she whipped my dick out and started pumping me. Then she took me in her mouth, that's what I loved about her she gotta dope head gang. Tilting my head back in pleasure, tasha was pumping and sucking me at the same time. Before I could release I stopped her, pulled her clothes down and slammed into her with no mercy. Tasha screamed out in pain and pleasure at the same time. Moaning louder and louder, as I pulled all the way out and released all over her stomach. Tasha scrunched her nose up, "get it off me, now!" She demanded. The closest fabric to me was a dirty looking blue rag, carefully I wiped my secretions off of her. Pulling myself to my feet, Tasha looked at me perplexed. "Where you going?" She asked. "I'm just gone head home," I pecked her on the lips. "You can't stay?" She whined. "No, you remember what happen last time? I stated as more of a rhetorical question. Nodding her head, I knew she remembered. Walking out the door, I headed home to re-shower and go to bed.

The next day, I woke up to guys yelling and I heard someone get slapped. When it sounded like my mama I jumped to my feet and headed to the living room. "What's going on in here?" "Well, Well, Well ...Peanut stood there holding my mama with one arm. "If it isn't Christian coming to his mommy's rescue," he smirked. "Let my mama go, I'm sure we can talk about this," I reasoned. All I heard from Peanut was a scoff, "she owes me money, either she pay up...he trailed off. "Or I get you as collateral, until she can pay me. "You can have him, just l-let me g-go," Monica slurred her words. Looking at my mama like she had lost her mind. She shrugged and sat down on the couch. Peanut tried hauling me off with him, but I'm stronger than I look. Fighting him off, I ran to my room, locked the door and called the police. Good thing, they stayed in this part of town. Explaining everything and giving them the address, they were here five minutes top. Saved by the bell ! Peanut had almost kicked my door down. In that moment, I made my mind up to move and never look back.

Question: Were you ever born and raised somewhere, yet you couldn't wait to leave?