!Warning Forced Sexual Intercourse and Suicide is mentioned!

Greg was alone in the convenience store, his manager was in the back checking the new deliveries that just came in. He was manning the cash register, though there was little to no people coming in, seeing as it was the dead of the night. Save for the weirdos here and there that would buy a pack of cigs or a box of condoms. The boy behind the cash register was thankful that he was given the night shift, seeing as he did have to go to school in the morning. He's in his 20s and currently in his last year of high school. His scholarship barely getting him through.

"Here, have a coffee," His manager is a nice woman, around her 40s, with a loving husband awaiting her arrival at home. She's sweet and she sometimes lets him use the backroom to catch up on sleep, while she takes over the register.

"Thanks **** ," Greg has one of his school books in front of him, reading and readying himself for a big quiz tomorrow.

"No problem, just take a sip and relax," Greg didn't see the sinister smile she held, didn't expect the spiked drink he had in his hands.

So he took a drink, though he felt too relaxed. Soon he found himself drifting to unwanted sleep as the cup of coffee slipped from his hands creating a puddled mess next to him. The manager shut his book, making her way to the passed out boy. Chuckling maniacly at his vulnerable state.

Greg woke up, in the back room, on the single bed, bound by ropes against the headboard. He felt cold, his lower half felt cold but oddly wet. He looked down and saw his manager down there, doing something a married woman shouldn't.

"****, what are you doing?" He tried struggling against the ropes but it held him in place, he couldn't move.

"My husband is barely home and I'm just so frustrated Gregory come one please me," She resumed her continuous movement. Greg didn't want this, he just wanted to live in peace, to graduate and find a wife of his own. Make kids and take those kids to school, raising them to be smart and caring to others.

"Please stop, ****, I don't want this."

It happened, no matter how many times he begged for her to stop, to end whatever madness she's doing. It still happened. She was so blinded by the sexual pleasure that she let the boy release inside of her. Greg was traumatized, the red scars on his ankles and wrist are nothing but a grim reminder that something immoral was done to him.

He tried telling his father, but the man was always too drunk to care. That or he's already passed out. He tried to tell the cops but they just laughed at him, saying he should be thankful and that he's so lucky to lose it at such an age. He doesn't see himself as lucky. That's far from how he sees the situation and it only fueled his anger. Seething with rage, he held it in. His dream is far more important than any other thing and nothing can ever stop him from achieving it.

He stopped working at the convenience store and moved on with his life, finding a job at a fast-food restaurant. The pay was alright but he had to miss an hour or two in the afternoon because it clashes with his work schedule. The good thing about this was that he doesn't have to work in the early mornings anymore. Everything was going well, for 9 months he went on like there was no trouble in the world.

Alas, his moment of peace was ruined when he saw his ex-manager outside of the fast-food chain. She was looking around as if searching for a familiar face. Greg had no time to react, how can he? He was stuck in place because of the fear and the trauma resurfacing to the top like oil on water. She found him.

She looked tired and beaten up, not in a physical way but in an emotional way. Like a hollow shell with no emotion nor soul, she approached him with a small bundle in her arms.

"This is your baby," She handed the small child over to him, dashing for the exit as she did so. He had no time to ask questions, to process what was happening. He took the baby to the manager, asked him to take care of the child till his shift. He didn't know what to do, but he believed her when she said it was his child, though he wanted to go to the hospital and ask around first.

So, Gregory did and he found out the nasty truth, the woman gave birth alone but told the doctor that the father is indeed him, it was in the child's birth certificate. Jakov Gregory Brentwood is his official name. It's beautiful, the baby's beautiful. His full cheeks and pale skin, obviously taking after Greg. The man was falling in love with the child and it has only been a few hours.

Greg went home and that's when the news got to him. His manager just committed suicide. Her husband left her 5 months into her pregnancy after he finally found out that he was not the father of the child she was carrying. A few weeks after that, news spread that her husband has gone crazy and died in a tragic car crash. Her grief and guilt caught up with her, but she held on for the soul that was growing inside of her.

Greg felt sad for the woman, but really, he did not care one bit. For he had a child to take care of, a child to love until his dying breath.

The table remained silent for a solid 10 minutes. Andrew just stared at my father defiantly, he didn't like the idea that my father just proposed, and I didn't like it either. I was just trying to lessen the tension by not adding to it some more. Lizzy just kept caressing her hand, I think Andrew ruined her. Her father sat beside her, glaring at anyone and anything, looking between both Andrew and Dad.

"No can do sir, I'm not fond of sharing," Andrew said, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. "Thank you for your hospitality but I think we'll be leaving now." Andrew pulled me out of the room and I heard a distant call from my father.

"Do be careful Jacob!" I heard as we shut the doors of the mansion and started our power walk to his car. He went to his side, as do I to mine. I came in and saw his resting his head on the steering wheel, his eyes shut closed. He must be tired, he really didn't like my father. Again, I can't blame him fully for his actions tonight, must've been a bad day for him, huh.

"Hey," I said, Andrew's head was still on the steering wheel but he turned it to look at me, his eyes were half-lidded and tired. "Let's go to my place, Let's just cuddle in bed for the rest of the day," I said and Andrew smiled at this, starting the engine with the intent to head over to my long-forgotten home. The sight of the small, humble house got my heart relaxing, just like how it did back then. When my life was not as messed up as it is now. We both went in and the house was spotless like I never even left it for weeks with no cleaning at all. No dust on the surface, just like how I want it to be.

I heard Andrew chuckle behind me, I turned to look at whatever he found so humorous but he was just laughing by himself.

"What?" I asked, turning my body fully towards him.

"Nothing, it's just that this place screams...you know...you," He said the look in his eyes had me melting on the spot, the crimson color back on my cheeks, tenfold. He crossed the small distance between us. Wrapping his arms around my waist as I placed mine on his neck, just like how it should be. It feels so natural to be like this with him. Like nothing else mattered but he and I, alone in our own little world.

His phone blared some random tune, snapping both of us back to reality. Excusing himself sheepishly, he went out to answer his call. I know for a fact that I had microwave popcorn sitting on a shelf around here, so I dug around for it. I found it in a cupboard with the rest of my snacks and chips, I ate unhealthily a lot, though I can say that I'm a good cook, it just takes way too much time and effort, so often times I just eat quick snacks.

Andrew came back looking sullen, but he quickly changed his expression when he saw me. I didn't miss that, but I decided to question him later. We are going to cuddle in bed, watch movies, and I don't want a bad atmosphere between us to ruin it. He wrapped his arms around my stomach, his head on my shoulder, and his hands underneath my shirt, caressing the skin gently. We watched the popcorn bag expand in silence. He was humming a soft tune, like a children's lullaby.

When the microwave was done, we took the bag inside and went to my room, there was a small flat screen tv there. I switched to a channel playing a random rom-com and we both settled on the mattress, me in his arms as we watched the movie to it's finished. Two movies have passed and I was starting to feel sleepy, but I still have to ask him about what was the call about earlier and why did he look so down afterward.

"Andrew, wait before we go to sleep, can I ask you something?" I said to Andrew, who was waiting for me to enter his arms. He flopped down and stared at me with exhausted eyes, today really took a toll on him. "That call, what was it about. It made you look so sad so it just got me curious." I said hoping he won't get angry that I'm being snoopy but he smiled sadly, patting the space near him, opening his arms for me. I laid beside him, welcoming the warm feeling that instantly enveloped me when he hugs me.

"It's nothing, I just have to be gone for a week, it's gang-related things," He said and I didn't question him any further. I mean whatever those gang-related things are, it must be dangerous enough for him to not let me know any further. I turned around so that my face was in his chest, the soft rise and fall of it, slowly lulled me to sleep.

The next day, he was still in bed with me. But later after that, he said that he's going to be taking his leave and will be back at the exact same time, next week. The house felt empty without him, it was lonely. I got so used to seeing many people around that being on my own know feels like I've cut myself off of society. It just isn't like how it was before.

I contacted Shay to keep me company, so she's now on her way here from my parent's house. That reminds me, speaking of Shay, I should go to the police and let them know that a grown man is having sexual encounters with a minor. I don't know if my evidence is enough, but maybe if they catch him in on the act. My doorbell rang and I took a peek first before opening my door. Shay was on the other side bouncing on her feet like an excited puppy.

"I brought snacks!!!!" She said showing two tubs of ice cream that were in her hands.

I wonder if I should take Shay with me.