Blame Me (boyxboy)

WARNING: L(G)BT+, strong language, and sex! Beware! And possibility of other bewares...

Tally after tally, day after day, week by week. The same vision is replayed over again in my head. Me, I got blamed for it. I had a fucking fiancé, we were about to adopt a child, and it was almost Christmas! Maybe it was destined for me to come in here. After a few weeks of prison, my fiancé visited and said that we should move on, that he couldn't handle what he was going through with visiting. He must think I did this, heh, EVERYONE does! Do you believe me or blame me? Check out my back story, I want your opinion.

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"Hey, come back here!" Exclaimed the policemen as they chased after a burglar.

Seth wasn't paying attention to the distant noises around him. In fact, he was focused on his fiancé, Kyle, smiling softly underneath his scarf as he began texting back. He loved him, and Kyle loved him more. Seth's dream for his romantic soul mate was Kyle, and that which he got. They had been together for about a year now, and 'nothing' could stop them from getting married. 'Nothing' at all.

Finally, Seth was knocked back into reality as he placed his phone away into his back pocket, looking up to get his chest stuffed with a heavy bag. He huffed and looked back, but saw no one. Seth looked down at the bag, and made the worse decision in his life. He opened it. Millions of dollars were inside of the bag, and other rare items.

'This was definitely no robbery,' thought Seth, 'this is a heist.'

And before he knew it, Seth was tackled onto the ground, rolled forcefully onto his stomach with a gun to his head and handcuffed forcefully.

"Hey, what're you-"

"Shut up! You're coming with us, and once that's done, you're going to federal prison!" One of the policemen said.

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Well, quite the show, isn't it? Now I live in prison. Yes, live. I have a decade to go in here, and hell has just begun.