WE ONLY NEED TO STAY CLOSE, IN TIME
______ die with you.
|ELEMENTARY SCHOOL|
BLAKE KNEW WHO HE WAS from a very young age. For as long as Blake could remember, normality was never apart of his life. He was never given the chance to have a normal childhood, considering his horrible home life was to blame for that.
He matured at an earlier age than other kids, it being obvious in his plain everyday behavior. Starting with how he talked, all the way down to how he walked.
But the young boy adapted to his differences, even though sometimes they never meant him any good.
Standing solemnly at the window, Blake watched as the little girl threw snowballs at her own front door. He was slightly confused as to why she was doing this, but he knew it must've kept her entertained.
she's so odd. He thought, raising an eyebrow when the door finally opened and she ran inside, forcing him to come back to the disaster reality inside of his home.
"You don't do shit but bitch and complain!" Antonio screamed, angrily throwing a empty beer can at the wall
"At least I fucking want change around here!" Lucia countered, "Drinking and belittling your family every chance you get isn't helping!"
While ignoring his parent's endless bickering, Blake quietly began slipping on his shoes. Some would find it weird that he was so calm during the chaos but unfortunately, this was his normal.
"Family? You think this is a fucking family? Come on Lu, we're a fucking dumpster fire, leaving our own son to burn in it!" Antonio said menacingly, throwing his hands in the air
"Oh now you care about him? Just yesterday you were on a rant about how useless he is!"
Letting out a quiet sigh, Blake disappeared down the stairs, making a straight beeline towards the front door, neither of his parents acknowledging his presence.
That wasn't surprising, considering sometimes they never really seemed to notice him, even if he was directly in front of them. He liked it that way though. The less attention, the better.
Blake slammed the door of his house shut, his parent's arguing becoming quieter the farther away he went.
He mumbled the words of a rap song he had heard on the radio a few days ago, it currently being his favorite tune.
"She don't believe in shootin' stars... but she believe in shoes and cars." Blake whispered, walking along the pavement with his hands stuffed inside the pockets of a old, worn out coat.
NewYork's cold weather around the winter time was sickening, physically and mentally... plus the tattered clothing Blake wore didn't make it any better for him.
Before the boy could recite the finishing lyrics, he felt the pavement shake under his footsteps as though a car was slowing down behind him.
Blake swallowed dryly, immediately preparing his body to drop to the ground or take off running back to his house.
"Yo!" A voice called out "What you doing out here lil man? Its freezing."
Blake released a breath, recognizing the voice as someone he simply tolerated. Furrowing his eyebrows, he continued walking, completely ignoring the car trailing behind.
"Come on, get in the car. Is you nuts?"
He paused, realizing he'd retract a cold if he didn't warm up soon- so reluctantly, he listened.
"Nobody trynna kidnap your lame ass." The older male joked as the younger went around the car
Stepping inside the passenger seat, Blake's cheeks grew red from the sudden warmth, his entire body immediately feeling better.
Doom glanced beside him but only shook his head "Where your parents at kid?"
Blake didn't respond, instead too busy gazing at the red interior of the black Dodge Charger that he quickly grew to love.
"You fuck with this car?"
Blake nodded, fiddling with the seats "My parents are at home."
"And why aint you with em'?"
He only shrugged his shoulders, seeming to not know the answer "You ask too many questions... actin' like a agent."
Doom only chuckled, pressing down on the gas "I see your stank butt ass got jokes, huh?"
"My butt don't stink." Blake huffed, letting a small smirk cross his face
"Aye, last time I seen you, you had a scar on your cheek. Why you gotta busted lip now? You be getting beat on or sumn?"
Again, he only shrugged, staring down at his slightly torn NewBalances. He didn't understand how to answer that, nor did he want to.
Sighing, Doom ran a hand down his face. The little boy reminded him of his younger self when he was too a child, left alone to fend for themselves against the harsh streets of NewYork because their home life was much worse.
"Who is that?" Blake whispered, eyeing the picture hanging from the rearview mirror
"My older sister, MJ. She died a couple years back... Ion like talking about her."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"You straight."
Blake twisted his lips to the side "You got more siblings? I don't have any."
"I got five. Two sisters and three brothers."
A comfortable silence filled the vehicle, only noise being the muffled rap music emitting from the radio and sounds of multiple other cars passing.
i just bought a richard millie
i could've went and bought a ghost
yeah, i just spent a lotta money
'bout to make a lotta mo'
"We cooling and riding around for right now but Imma have to take you home soon." Doom finally spoke, glancing at the passenger
Blake let out an exaggerated sigh that he seemed to be holding in for the longest. Although it had only been ten minutes, he enjoyed Doom's presence. There was no chaos here, only calm. He hoped someday this would be his new normal.
But once again, he was too mature to believe in foolish dreams like that.
"You hearing me kid?"
"Yeah."
Pulling into the parking lot of a condo complex, Doom eyed the building, feeling deja vu wash over him although he didn't even own an apartment here (yet).
"This where you live?" Blake's eyes widened
"Soon. I'm still saving up." Doom chuckled, dragging his finger across the steering wheel
"Think of it as window shopping."
"When you do move in, can I come too?"
Doom raised an eyebrow, tilting his head at the child before simply releasing a small laugh
"I'm finna take you home."
"So thats a no?"
"I didn't say that."
"So thats a yes then?"
"Didn't say that either." Doom mumbled, pressing his foot down on the gas "I need to make a quick stop."
-
Pulling up beside Blake's home, Doom reached a hand into the back seat, grabbing ahold of a plastic bag.
The young boy studied his movements, very curious to what could be inside "What'd you buy?" He asked
"Here." Doom muttered, dropping a small box in Blakes lap
"I can't take this." Blake squinted his eyes, staring oddly at the Iphone
"If something is ever happening, you need a way to call me. So get this shit and go inside."
"My dad will find it and-"
Smacking his lips, Doom ran a hand down his face "Nigga you've hid something before. This ain't new to you, stop bitching."
Blake opened his mouth to speak again but quickly closed it, knowing whatever he said next was going to be dismissed.
"Just get the fuck out yo."
YOU STUCK AROUND EVEN WHEN THE WHOLE WORLD DOUBTED ME. KICKED ME WHEN I WAS DOWN, AND SO THEY CLOWNED ON ME
AUTHORS NOTES %
Chapter short asf but idc, i just needed to update.
This is just piecing together, Blake and Doom's brotherly relationship