Syn#1:Heaven is a Syn away MxM (Staten Krown)

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"Syn, run for it!"

It was Lamont screaming. I turned to him. For some reason I was slow

as hell. It was like my body was getting even with me for all the times I

polluted it with liquor. My reaction was so slow that I didn't realize how

quickly Isaac snatched me up.

"Yah want some too?" Little Isaac said.

I squirmed as Little Isaac held me by my collar. He had this look in

his eye. I had never felt so helpless as I did that moment. As he gripped

my collar I felt low. It was something in Little Isaac's eyes. He made me

feel lower then life. He looked at me as though I was nothing.

"Please " Lamont cried, falling down in front of Little Isaac, "He's

the only friend that I have! He doesn't have anything to do with the

clothes."

Lamont was lying for me about the clothes. He was begging his

stepfather. I knew what Little Isaac planned to do to me. He was about to

rape me. It didn't take a lot to realize the kind of person that Little

Isaac was. The naked way that he looked at me was belittling. I felt my

energy being sucked out of me just in a stare.

"Yah want some sexy too huh?" Little Lamont kept chanting and looking

towards me.

Hell no I didn't want it. I didn't really understand the terming of

his words but I knew in the end what they would be concluding to.

Lamont looked up at Little Isaac, "Remember what happened last time?"

"Fuck last time! Take of yah shirt boy!" Little Isaac demanded of me.

I felt so weak so useless what was coming over me? It was almost like

Little Lamont's personality had completely overshadowed my own.

"Please," Lamont begged.

"Take it off!" Little Isaac said and then quickly tore at my shirt.

He ripped off my shirt and then I remembered a scream.

It was a scream of pain.

It wasn't from me. It wasn't from Lamont. It was a scream of pain

from Isaac.

I quickly snapped to myself and realized what had happened. Lamont

had hit his stepfather over the head with the metal rod. I looked over at

the two of them. Lamont was standing behind his stepfather. He was

breathing hard. He had the metal rod in his hand. Little Isaac was

standing there. He had screamed from the pain but he hadn't moved.

I got up and looked at Little Isaac. He was acting weird. He was

looking real dizzy. His eyes were rolling and there was blood coming from

where Lamont had hit him. He looked almost lost.

"Wow," I said and gave Little Lamont a gentle push.

Like I expected, Little Isaac fell down hard. It was almost like a