♔Christopher 'Bubba' Jones♔
I sat in the car outside our house. I traced the Mercedes logo on my steering wheel over and over, nervous about thinking about telling my dad Im gay. I sigh, feeling my eyes water. My gold iPhone vibrated from the cup holder, Naijim. "Hey bitch! What you doing?" He ask. "Finna tell my dad." I say not sounding to optimistic. "Call me later boo. Tell me all about it." I sigh and hang up the phone. I get my key out the ignition and shut my car door, locking it in the process. I walked through the double doors, going to my mom. "Momma I need to talk to you and dad." My mom looks up from her laptop. "Okay. Go in the den. I'll be back there in a second." She says going back to her laptop.
I went and sat on the loveseat in the den. I sigh, what if he hate me? I heard footsteps my dad walked in, holding the front of his pants, trying to keep them up. They sat across from me on the opposite couch. "Wassup? You actually wanna talk?" My dad ask. I nod, "I got something to tell you." I try to speak as normal as possible, putting some bass in my voice.
"It ain't bad is it?" My mom ask, "Depends on how you take it." I respond, not looking in neither of their eyes, just staring st the floor. "Well what is it?" My dad ask, I see how much we differ. "Im- Im gay." I say looking up at my mom. She sighed and hugged me. "I love you either way." She kisses my cheek, "I love you too mom." I say finally speaking how I usually do. My dad had his head in his hands. "I'll give yall a moment alone." When she left, my dad stood up. "You wanna be a damn fag now?" He yells. I look down in shame. "D-Dad-" I start, "Im not your dad! Don't call me that shit! I don't have no faggot sons!" I felt myself about to cry. "Im your fucking blood and this how you gone treat me?" I yell. "Go get in my car. I'll be out there in a second."
I stood up and sat in this Porche scared out my mind. He got in and sped off. "Quinn where are you taking me?" I ask. "Whore house. You'll hate boys after this."
I can't believe I would say this, but my dad took me to a house, full of half naked women. He forced me to have sex with three girls, I hated it. I cried the whole time. We got outside and he punched me in the mouth. "Why you embarassing me like this Chris!? Huh? What I do to you!?" He pushes me to the ground. I knew this was coming. "Dad I-" He punches me again. I tried to protect my body, but the punches weren't stopping. When it did stop, I got into the car.
I knew he would hate me...I knew it.
♕La'Mya 'Princess' Jones♕
I woke up and walked downstairs, seeing Bubba in a ball crying. "Bubba?" I go towards him. "He hate me Mya. Look at me." He moves the blanket, bruises, cuts. "Oh my god! Who did this Chris!?" I felt my eyes water, "Dad. He beat me cause Im gay. Cause I love boys." I hug my baby brother. My dad came downstairs, "Fuck you hugging him for?" He mugs. "Daddy stop! How could you do that!? That's your flesh and blood! Chris did you talk to mommy?" I ask looking down at him. He shakes his head. "Mommy!" I scream.
My mom examined Chris' face then went to my dad. "Why?" She ask looking in his eyes. "Im not having this shit. He gotta get out my house. We got a baby here that's two years old, I don't want Chris' gay ass rubbing off on my son." Chris stood up and ran upstairs, a few minutes later, he walked out the house. My mom slapped my daddy hard across the face. "Go find my baby now."
I dressed myself and called my best friend Gianna. I just call her Gigi. "Gigi!" I yell into the phone. "Hey bitch!" Gigi responds. "Girl let's go to the salon!" I say picking my almond shaped, all white nails. "Okay girl. Meet me there in twenty." I smile, "Mkay love." I hang up.
As I was walking out the door, Junior was coming downstairs picking his nappy ass hair. "Where you going?" He ask. "Nails. Hair." I tell him. "Mhm. Wit my babymomma Gigi?" He ask. "Boy she grown, don't nobody want yo baby virgin ass." I laugh, "But your a virgin too Mya. Don't play." I shrug, "But I can get any nigga I want so..." I roll my eyes. "Alright brace face." I look at him sideways, "Nigga you got em too! Fuck?" My daddy heard me cause he came around the corner. "I know yall better watch them mouths before you get socked in em." I roll my eyes, "Im out."
⇨Quinn 'Monster' Jones⇦
I parked in the park parking lot, and go out, walking towards the swing set where my girlfriend Armani was sitting. We been talking for two years, since we was 14. "Hey baby." I say when I get close. "Hey." She stands up and kisses me. I hug her little body and smile. "Wassup wit ya ma?" I ask sitting her on my lap on the swing. "Nothing...you think about what I said?" I never heard of a girl who was thirsty for sex from a relationship. "Yeah." I tell her, "I don't want it planned. I want it to just happen. Whenever. Where ever." She says smiling against my lips, then pecking my lips. I pick her up and drop her in the sand box. "Ugh you bastard!" She snaps. I blow her a kiss.
We played basketball until it got dark out. When I was walking Armani to her car,some niggas came up to us. "We don't want no problems bro." I say looking at them. "Fuck that!" Dude jumped on me, along with his friends. They robbed me for my money and my chain. I didn't really get dressed. "Broke boy! Only got ten dollars!" I laugh a little and spit my blood. I felt a stinging in my stomach, "QUINN!" Armani screams. I sit up, fuck. "Armani. Call my dad." I say holding my wounded spot. A nigga just got robbed...
