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Prologue One
Griffin
Seventeen Years Old:
I take a deep breath, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans before throwing my leg over my bike and hopping up. I parked at the end of the driveway to make sure Sara, my girlfriend, parents didn’t hear or see me coming. Hell, Sara doesn’t even know I’m coming, but she told me she just got home and would call me when she made it inside, so I’m hoping to catch her before she goes in. I planned a surprise for her.
Tonight, I’m taking her down by the river. There’s a spot I used to go to when life at home was too much, a place even my brothers didn’t know about. It's all mine, and I want to share it with her. We’ve been dating for five months, and I want to make tonight special. It was her eighteenth birthday a couple of weeks ago, and we didn’t get to hang out. So I tried to make up for it tonight. I have it all planned out. I got a sheet, some lightbulb candles, roses, and a full picnic. I figure we can fall asleep under the stars. I want to hold her all night, and if things progress, I’m all in for that as well. I smile when I hear her laughter, quietly sneaking closer.
“Yeah, it was fun,” she says, and I can tell from here she's on the phone.
“No, it didn’t hurt at all. Let's just say Johnny isn’t as well-endowed as he has everyone believing,” she laughs, and my heart drops.
“Hell, girl, I haven’t been able to crack Griffin yet. It's why I still have to see douchebags like Johnny on the side,” she cackles, and my knees shake.
“Oh, no way is he gay. He doesn’t give me the vibe. Don’t ask me why he’s holding out. I have no clue, but you remember me telling you about the time I saw him in the locker rooms after gym? Damn girl, when I tell you, it's as big as my forearm. I have to break him soon. That dick he is carrying is like the ultimate challenge, and I get to be the one that conquers it,” she says over the line. I back away at her words.
“No, it's not serious. Once I get what I need, I’m gone.” And there goes my pride, right under her wedged heel. I trusted her. She made me believe she saw me for who I am and not the trash everyone else sees… but she used me. She played me, and she played me good. She doesn’t care. She’s just like my parents, only using me for what they can get out of me.
Because of my size, they used to make me fight illegally for money. Money they got to piss away on drugs or alcohol. They started by throwing me into the ring at just thirteen, and from there, almost every weekend, was another fight. I didn’t want to fight anyone. I wasn’t mad or angry. I didn’t like the thought of someone else bleeding by my hands, but I had no choice. Now, I do. I told them a few months ago I was done. They couldn’t make me fight anymore; if they did, I would show their dealer the proof he needed to know my parents were stealing from him. That was their issue, not mine.
Now, I feel betrayed again. I feel used and dirty. I turn around, ready to get the fuck out of there, but I kick the gravel under my feet, alerting Sara of my presence.
“G-Griffin. Is that you?” she asks, and I know she realizes she has made a huge mistake.
“Baby, wait,” she says, but I’m shaking my head.
“I'm done. It's over,” I tell her, not sparing her another glance as I make my way to my bike.
“Wait, please. I can explain. It’s not…” she starts, but I laugh harshly, cutting her off.
“It’s now what I think? Is that what you were going to say? Well, it's exactly what I fucking heard,” I spit out at her before reaching my bike. I see the tears and hear her sobs as I mount my bike, but I don’t let them stop me. They're fake, just like everything about her, just like our whole relationship.
“Please, Griffin. Don’t leave like this. I love you. I swear I do. I was just trying to hide it from…” Again I cut her off, not believing a single word that comes out of her mouth. She’s a popular girl. She cheers for the basketball team but not the football team. I thought she was different. I was dead wrong.
“Stop lying to me. This whole fucking thing has been a lie, a game to you. I was thinking future, and you were thinking dick. Tell me, was it just Johnny, or were there more?” I ask, already knowing the answer. When she ducks her eyes, I know it was more, probably a lot more. I chuckle again.
“Thank fuck I didn’t give my virginity to your cheating ass. I thought you were fucking special. Fuck that, and fuck you. I’m glad you got a nice long look at my cock because all you’ll ever get is a peep show. Just know this cock isn’t all for show, baby. I would have known exactly how to fucking use it too. Maybe it’s a good thing we didn’t take it further. My dick would have ruined you, and you would have contaminated it. Now you just get your imagination. Have a good life, Sara,” I say, cranking my bike and speeding off, leaving her and her tears in my dust.
When am I going to learn? The only people I can trust are my brothers. Women especially can’t be trusted.
