The Roommate (boyxboy) -DISCONTINUED-

Chapter 8

James’ POV

There’s no turning back now, I have to bite the bullet and let him know how shitty my life was. Why was I so afraid of telling him about my past? I’m not sure. I know ‘the past is past, there's nothing you can do about it’ but I’m still not out of that life, I can never just step away from what I’ve done. “I…brought you here because I want you to know about my past…”

-7 years earlier

Heated tingles crept up my arm, sending shockwaves of euphoria through my numb body. The intense pleasure lasted for only moment before it vanished completely, and I was left craving more, I was left with this everlasting boredom induced addiction.

I looked around me, eyes burning and swollen from the extent of my addiction. I couldn’t see clearly, but I knew who was around me; my ‘friends’. More like followers if you ask me. They’re some of the many people who hang on my every word because they fear my very being. Charlie, my dealer; Amber, the number one prostitute in this shithole town, who pays me to fuck her; and Phoenix, my right hand man. The three of them were mirror images to each other; all were coming off their high and looking like the undead.

We were at Charlie’s hellhole of an apartment, a few blocks away from the town’s prison and a few hours away from normal civilization. This place was quite literally my home since I’m here 90% of the time, rather than at my parents place having to deal with their shit. I don’t need to deal with them anymore, I’m seventeen and can take care of myself, obviously, and they don’t care anyways. I’ve been gone for a month now from them and school, and not once have they called the police or tried to find me, not that I care I much rather living the life I have now without them.

“Yo James you hear about that little runt who says he can best you?” Phoenix’s gruff voice broke me out of my trance, how long had I been zoning out? It’s dark out already. I looked over, the man eight years my senior had his usual weary look on him so I just grinned maniacally.

“If the little fuck thinks he can, then he should get off his lazy ass, stop talking shit and find me.” With that I stood up from the sofa, grabbed a beer from the old fridge and downed it. “If fact, I’m bored, so let’s go find him ourselves.” I smirked at Phoenix who stood up, waiting for me to get going. I slapped Charlie on the back on the way out and told Amber to wait for me to get back, to which she made the sluttiest expression to and I almost gagged. She’s pretty yeah, but the biggest whore of the face of this earth.

We made our way to the rich part of town, where he supposedly lived in the lap of luxury probably with his billionaire dad, gold digging mother, butler named Jeeves and little white poodle named Fifi. If my assumptions are correct, I’m going to love pounding that guys face in. “He’s usually at this park with his crew, there shouldn’t be more than three guys with him though.”

“Heh, that’s it? Three? Oh gee looks like we’ll be home sooner than we thought.” I walked ahead of Phoenix when I saw the guy, Clint I think his name was, hanging out with two guys about the size of Phoenix by the fountain. Meaning they were at least double my size, but size doesn’t matter to me, I’ll kick anyone’s ass and everyone knows that. “So, you’re the little shit who’s been running his mouth hey? I’ve got news for ya punk, I’ll knock you out before you even have time to flinch.” His two ‘bodyguards’ looked about ready to attack, but Clint motioned them to stop. Hmm, I wonder what he’s paying them with…money or sucking dick?