Harshal
I had no idea my father was out of jail and has been for the last year.
He’s an escapee and I’m not sure if the police in California are looking for him or not.
He’s been stalking me and my grandfather for most of the year he’s been out so he set the whole mall incident up, knowing I’d blindly help the man the Ezmereldain De’Verde was allegedly after.
That was a game he put into effect so we would think the Spanish Gang was after me because I got in their way.
He and Jamie paid them to go after me so he could kill me.
Jamie was only after me because he knew it was a way to wiggle his poison into The Dark Archez.
The Ezmereldain De’Verde want nothing with me, but since they’ve been paid off to watch me and make sure everything goes to plan, they’re not really safe to be around, just like everyone else around me.
My father is an abusive asshole and when my mother told him she was pregnant with me he wanted me aborted.
She obviously said no which made him malicious.
I grew up without him for most of my life and now he wants to kill me, but Jamie won’t let him.
At least not yet anyway, I’m still the fucking bait for The Dark Archez.
It kills me that I am. I was taken against my will, which is why I’m currently tied up in some building or.
.. home. I don’t know where I am, I’m not even sure if I’m still in Arizona, given the fact that I spent some time tied up and blindfolded in a car.
The room I’m kept in looks pretty nice too.
The color palette consisting of shades of purple and gold.
“You do realize you didn’t tell them what time to meet you here, right?” my father grumbles.
“Shut the fuck up!” Jamie spits out. “They’ll be here.”
Jamie looks at me then my father.
“There’s got to be more behind why you want to kill your own son.” Jamie adds.
“My issue with him has nothing to do with you.” Dad says.
“No, but I can make it.” Jamie threatens with a smile on his face.
Dad—or Elijah—looks at Jamie with annoyance in his gaze.
“This bitch’s mother was a fucking whore.” Elijah said. “I know she was fucking around with other men when I knocked her up with him.”
He points at me.
“So, you don’t even know if he’s your son or not.” Jamie says.
“No, he’s mine, he looks like me.” Elijah states. “I also had a DNA test ran on him as soon as the motherfucker was born and he was a match.”
Tears come to my eyes as I listen to him speak of my mother. She was not a fucking whore. She died at his domestically abusive hands and now he’s free, he slipped through the fucking radar and now I’m in danger because of it!
“I dislike those who are unloyal and take away my freedom.” Elijah continues. “The bitch not only took that away from me once, she did it twice.”
He holds up two fingers, looking Jamie in the eyes.
“Twice!” he emphasizes. “One by tying me down to the son I never wanted and two by locking me up for her death.”
“Oh, I understand you on the death part, sometimes it’s us logical men and women who need to take out the trash, to keep humanity from getting contaminated by them.” Jamie nods. “I mean look at me, it’s part of my damn job.”
“Exactly and Harshal Bolaji is a fucking extension of her so now I must eliminate him.” Elijah says. “And boy am I itching to do it!”
Elijah rubs his hands together like the desire to kill me is just food he needs to feed his famished body.
“You call yourself a man?” I ask.
Elijah looks at me.
“What else is there to call myself?” he asks. “I have balls attached to my body, a penis to piss out of...”
He chuckles like the answer is obvious. I smirk and chuckle myself.
“No. Your body belongs to that known as the male species but you, personality wise don’t.” I state. “You both are an embarrassment to the male race, giving it a bad reputation.”
A frown etches on both of their faces.
“And what are you?” Elijah asks. “Other than a little gay boy.”
Jamie laughs.
“Oh, he does like to be fucked in the ass huh?” he says. “Getting all cozy with that big muscly biker.”
A roll my eyes at their attempt to try and insult me.
“If that was y’all’s way of insulting me it was a little tired.” I state. “Much like I am right now.”
Jamie looks at me with amusement in his eyes.
“You like to suck cock boy?” he asks.
A lump forms in my throat as I watch his hand travel down his body to his crotch. My mouth dries as I watch him stroke his manhood through his pants.
“Yeah, he does, I know he sucks that asshats dick all day.” Elijah says.
I hear a zipper and my heart jumps into my throat, my mouth drier than the Sahara Desert. I look at Jamie and see his dark pubic hair popping out from his open pants as he continues to stroke himself. My throat tightens in protest as I begin to think of the worse happening to me.
“Since your bullhead of a fucking boyfriend killed my fuck toy of a wife, I’ve been a bit lonely and haven’t had time for myself.” Jamie tells me.
He pulls his dick out and strokes it in the open. Tears invade my eyes as I watch him take a step closer to my restrained body. No. No, no, no. This can’t be happening.
“What do you say you help me out, hm?” He hums.
That’s when the tears come pouring down my face.