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I should’ve just gone straight to Spencer’s after school. It wasn’t like I didn’t have clothes there. I’d been sleeping there more than I was at home lately, but I’d wanted to check on my mom since I hadn’t seen her in three days now.
My bond with my mother was fucked up. The little boy inside of me wanted her to love him, to finally get better and just fucking choose him over the damn drugs she injected herself with. The adult me knew she never would. She never had. And yet, I still loved her and still hoped that maybe one day, she would look at me through clear eyes and not through eyes hazy with drugs and alcohol.
“Where the fuck you been?” Mom’s current boyfriend snarled at me as I walked into the house. Every muscle in my body tensed. He was slouched in the recliner, his legs spread. I grimaced at the sight of his cock hanging out of his boxers, which were hiked up on his thighs. A beer dangled from his fingers, and the thick layer of oil on his hair told me he hadn’t showered in days.
Mom was passed out on the couch, her lips parted, drool running from the corner of her lips. Her chest rose and fell softly, so at least I knew she was alive.
“Busy,” I told him as I reached into the fridge for a bottle of water… only there wasn’t any. Of fucking course. God knew they only drank fucking beer and liquor, but somehow, my water was gone. Goddamn, I hated this place.
“Who the fuck you think you’re talkin’ to?” he slurred, lurching from the recliner.
I sighed. Here we fucking went. My muscles tensed, ready for a fight. It wouldn’t be the first time this asshole put his hands on me. Mom’s boyfriends liked using their fists. What could I say? She had a particularly violent taste in men. And her son hadn’t turned out much different, obviously.
“Just let it go,” I told him as I shut the fridge, turning to face him. His face was red with rage. The smallest shit set him off, and I was so goddamn over it.
“Let it go?” he sneered at me. He slammed his beer bottle on the bar. I gritted my teeth, preparing myself for the incoming attack. “Watch your fucking mouth,” he growled. “You don’t pay a goddamn bill in this house, boy.”
I barked out a laugh. “And you do?” I retorted. I pointed a stiff finger at Mom. “That woman you’re sticking your dick in every day may be a waste of fucking space, but her check from the state pays for this fucking house and these bills. Not you, fucker.”
I dodged his sloppy swing and slipped under his arm, now closer to the front door. I sarcastically saluted him. “See you later, asshole.”
I stormed out of the house and down the rotting porch toward my beat-up car. Slamming the car door shut behind me, I gunned the engine and peeled out of the driveway, heading toward Spencer’s. Grabbing my phone from my pocket while steering with one hand, I quickly pulled up his number and dialed him.
“Hey,” my sweet boy greeted, a smile clear in his voice.
Every muscle in my body relaxed at the sound of his voice. God, I fucking needed him. He had no idea how much. Losing him would rip me the fuck apart.
“Hey, pretty boy. You about ready?” I asked him.
“Yeah.” I heard Jaxon say something to him in the background. “Dad wants us to eat dinner before we head out,” Spencer told me a moment later.
I chuckled. Jaxon was such a dad. A fucking hot one, too. And he’d recently taken to playing father figure in my life. I pretended that it annoyed the shit out of me, but I think he understood why. And I was pretty sure he understood that I was grateful for everything he was doing for me. Because of Spencer’s dad, I had a safe place to put my head at night if I wanted it. I got three square meals a day, and I got guidance for my future. Suddenly, there were possibilities ahead for me that I’d never even considered before.
“That’s fine,” I told him, glancing at the dim light of my radio to see the time. Wouldn’t be long before I wouldn’t be able to read the damn thing. Fucking hated this car. “We have time.”
“Ezra gave me a jersey for you to wear,” Spencer suddenly told me. I frowned all while warmth surged in my chest. “He had it made for you.”
I chuckled. “He knows I’m not going to wear it, right? I don’t wear white.”
Spencer huffed. “He had it made with a black jersey, Logan.”
I swallowed past the sudden lump in my throat, my hand tightening around the steering wheel. That… it was something so small, but fuck, it meant so goddamn much. Ezra had taken the time to have a black jersey made especially for me so I wasn’t outside of my comfort zone.
Christ, what had I done to deserve either of these boys?
* * *
Jaxon pointed his fork at me from across the table. I arched a brow at him. “What?” I griped.
“I told Spencer I want the three of you here tonight,” he told me. “Ezra has already agreed.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes. “You know we’re already fucking, right?”
Spencer kicked me beneath the table. I cursed and reached down to rub my leg, narrowing my eyes at him. “Can you not?” he hissed at me.
“I’m aware the three of you are having sex,” Jaxon said, answering me. Spencer groaned and dropped his face into his hands in an effort to hide. “But you only call Spencer on your way here if something happened at home. So, I want you here.”
Why the fuck was this old man so intuitive?
