Stuck between two bad boys

Laying on the bed and watching the ceiling, I traced my finger on my lower lips. It’s been hours but I still feel it, feel those soft lips on mine. Funny enough, my nose still hurts from Xavier’s punch but I feel I will let that pass, especially when I am in a good mood.

Clenching my fists, I groaned as I rolled to a sitting position. The fact that I have let Xavier hit me more than once seems enough to show Emily that I am trying to be a nice guy.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Fucking son of a bitch!”.

Walking to the bathroom, wash my face, and stared at my reflection in the sink mirror. This isn’t the life I wanted, living alone, with no parents, no friends, no family.

The only family I thought I had was Xavier, and that’s why I hate him so much.

“Fucking son of a bitch!” I muttered again.

Before I could realize what I was doing, I found my fist in the mirror. My fist hurt but it wasn’t anywhere close to the one in my heart, mind you, I am not talking about my nose.

For years, four years ago was the last time I ever saw Xavier before now. We use to be like brothers, inseparable. We would do and plan everything together until I meet her, Amelia.

I was fourteen but I loved her. I can vouch she loves me too until Xavier found out about my feelings for her.

Fine, Boys can be boys but, we are buddies. He didn’t just tell her how much of a scum I was, he didn’t just tell her I am an orphan who ran away from my foster home because my last foster parents returned me for beating up their nephew.

I know I was a skinny-looking orphan, brought into a family camouflaged to be their son when I had to sleep in the garage all night.

No one expects me to be all happy, always smiling like I won a jackpot only to eat dry bread and sleep alone half-naked in the cold dark garage every day.

Shit happens.

Shit happens that’s why I spend almost the good part of the evening nursing my fist and taking out the trash. I will have to get a new mirror, it’s such a shame I have changed that seven times this month already.

Walking back to my bed, I grabbed my phone and began to just scroll through social media. Lots of tits popped up but I don’t need that now, not when I have something to face.

No fight tonight.

Yesterday wasn’t better because the fight got disqualified. I didn’t just knock out my opponent, I knocked down his friend who threw dirty pants at me.

I hate pants, when I want to have sex with any bitch, I just rip it all out and do whatever the fuck I want. I have touched enough pants already, I have washed a lot, I have seen a lot and I don’t want to see them again.

A notification of Nigel’s party popped up. Although the video seems blurry I can see lots of them are wasted already. If I am not mistaken, the party started an hour ago.

“Stupid kids” I muttered as I dropped my phone on the bed and walked towards my closet.

Grabbing my favorite black hoodie, I made sure to carry my finger-size dagger. Since I escaped that train years ago, I have never been so sure about anything. Not when I got stabbed thrice and got saved by a very naughty woman who…

That vibration sound.

Looking back at my phone, I fought the urge not to roll my eyes after seeing the caller.

“Martha”.

“300$,” she said.

Silent.

I know I need it, if not now I know I will need it soon.

“Who?” I growled.

That to me a lot of courage and patience to say.

Did I tell you that I am originally from nowhere?

I have no idea where I am from just that I found myself in an orphanage where I was told to be abandoned as a baby. Who would look at a baby with hazel eyes, blonde hair, and a cute smile and still abandon him?

That woman is my mum, the woman that left me under the mercy of the merciless world.

Martha is nothing but part of the evil I have ever known. A 40 years woman who made me have sex with her for two years to be able to get a life for myself. She got me a permit to stay in Los Angeles, got me back in school, made me a birth certificate to be her nephew, and sent me off with 300$ two years ago.

“Who is it, Martha?” I asked impatiently.

“A friend of mine” she replied “You fuck her real good and you get a bonus”.

Gosh!

I wish I can just squeeze something!

“I will pass”.

I won’t lie I didn’t almost regret my response. I could hear them talking in the background but I don’t care. This woman exposed me real fast, at Sixteen, I am already sexually active.

“She said 350 bucks” Martha intoned “You know these offers don’t last”.

“I’ll still pass,” I said “I am graduating next month I am trying to keep my reputation good for a scholarship I am applying for”.

The silence at the other end of the phone didn’t bother me a bit. I just want Martha and whosoever she is with to do what they want and get the heck off my life.

Putting the phone on speaker as I pull the hoodie over my head. Lazily, stepped into my sneakers, pull the hoodie cap over my head, and picked up my phone.

“Are you there?” I asked as I walked out my door “Martha?”.

“No problem” She muttered “Wish you the best of luck on your attempting scholarship” she added.

Humming, I locked my door and waited for her to end the call which she did. The breeze seems cold and I have just one wish in mind, to have my arms around Emily but…

I just need to walk anywhere my leg leads me.