05

"You want to know what else is still tight?" she whispered by my ear, causing me to laugh at her horrible flirting.

Even if I wanted to, I would never be so low to have sex with my girlfriend's mother.

It was just wrong and I really wasn't into cougars.

"I really need to leave and by the way I would never sleep with you even if we were the last humans on earth and the world needed to reproduce. " I replied honestly and left the house before I got myself killed by a horny cougar.

My plans to meet Cymphony went down the drain so instead I headed to the bar, hoping Frankie was working today.

I entered the old bar and sat in the front where luckily Frankie was serving some older men.

I sat down on the tall stool and waited for Frankie. I looked around the bar and saw some seats filled with depressed men who had serious alcohol problems.

The typical customers.

"What can I get for you today, Royce?" Frankie questioned as he cleaned a glass cup with a rag.

"Just a simple beer." I replied, not really in the mood to get drunk.

Frankie nodded and left to the small fridge in the corner filled with a variety of beer. He handed me a cold one and popped the cap off.

"So how is it living with a new mom and brother?" Frankie asked as I took a gulp of my beer.

"First of all she's not my mother and the kid is definitely not my brother." I corrected.

Mark chuckled and continued to clean the glass cups. "Neither is Pablo but you love him as one." Frankie replied back.

"That's different." I informed frowning at the reality of things.

It was true that Pablo really wasn't my brother.

"Then why does it bother you so much to actually have a mom now and new brother?" Frankie asked with curiosity.

"Because it annoys me. Simple as that." I replied and took another large swallow of my cold beer.

Frankie was going to question me some more, but luckily some guys asked for refills across from us. I used that opportunity to slip to the bathroom.

I entered the disgusting men's bathroom and found an empty stall. I took a quick piss and sighed in relief when I finished.

I've been holding it since I was playing videogames but I didn't want to pause it to go to the restroom.

I started washing my hands when a man maybe my dad's age entered with his friend. I ignored both of them as I left the smelly bathroom.

Once I was back in my seat, I looked at my watch and cursed knowing my dad would be home soon. I was still grounded which meant I wasn't allowed to even be outside my room.

"Thanks for the beer, Frankie!" I yelled at him from across the table and waved before I left.

It was 6:45 and my dad got home at 7 which meant I had just enough time to walk home in time.

But unfortunately some people had other things in mind...

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Royce's P.O.V continued...

I don't know how it happened or when it did, but what I did know was that I was now being threatened.

A knife was pressed right on my neck and my pockets were being searched for money.

The men from the bathroom were now holding me against my will and I should of known they would do something like thise when I saw them.

"Where's all your money pretty boy?" the fattest one spoke up.

I looked down and pushed away the knife from my neck. I searched all my pockets and shrugged.

"If your looking for money then I'll help you search because I could really use some as well." I replied lazily.

This was just keeping me from getting home on time. I glanced at my watch and cursed under my breath when it was 6:55.

"We're not playing games here pretty boy!" the fat one spoke again and pressed the tip of his knife again towards my throat.

Well then.

"Look I need to get home in less than five minutes so can we please cut this short already. Maybe try getting a damn job if you need the money so much and while your at it? join the gym, fatty." I stated honestly and once again pushed the knife away from my neck.

"Maybe we should let him go, Erik. He's still young and we could get into a lot of trouble for this." the accomplice nervously told his partner.

I watched with a bored expression as the two then began to argue. I looked back at my watch and groaned when it was already 7:05.

I took the opportunity when the two idiots were fighting to make a run for it.

But of course luck wasn't on my side today when I tripped on a damn trash can. How in the world did I not see it?

I landed on the dirty ground and scraped my palms but I didn't even flinch at the pain.

"Got him Erik!" the accomplice yelled as poor fat Erik was still running towards us.

"You should really get him a gym membership or something. This is just embarrassing waiting for him." I told the guy honestly as I pointed at Erik.

The accomplice looked at Erik and I used the chance once more to punch him right across the face. He fell to the ground as I made a run for it again.

I turned around and saw Erik chasing after me. I laughed as his fat stomach bounced up and down in rythm.

He was close behind so I turned around and ran backwards to show how slow he was going.

"Great work, Erik. Just a couple hundred more laps and we'll stop." I taunted with a smile and caused Erik to growl at me with anger.

I was surprised when Erik suddenly threw his knife at me causing it to stab into my right arm. I quickly pulled it out and threw it back at a now wide eyed Erik.

I guess he couldn't believe that I didn't even show a single sign of pain.

The knife I threw back at him stabbed deeply into his left leg, making him fall with a shout of pain. I turned forward and continued to run home.

Once I was outside my house, I inspected my arm and frowned knowing I would need stitches since it wouldn't stop bleeding.

I entered the quiet house and sneaked my way upstairs only to bump into Chris.

What I didn't expect was for him to be sneaking out an unfamiliar boy from his room...