Ten years ago we became family. He’s tormented me ever since. They both have... Our parents may have fallen in love, but there’s no love lost between us. Even though I know he hates me, I think he hates that he wants me more than anything else. And what he doesn’t know, is that I think I want him too.

Mistreated, left to run wild on the wrong side of the tracks. Bad enough to be a boy, but not bad enough to be a man. Threatened with losing everything, I’m forced to reevaluate. Poor life choices, with a chance to turn things around. Second chances are a luxury, to everyone except for me. The day I turned seventeen, my best friend picked me up from juvie. I have a habit of taking things that don’t belong to me. One look at his father, and I knew… I was going to take him too.

Run hard and fast. A motto I never thought I would have to live by. When he came to me to work out his problems, I did my best to stay professional–to help him instead of burning with desire for him. The more frequent his visits became, the more I knew that it would only be a matter of time. So when the opportunity finally presented itself, I took him. A vulnerable young man that needed to be loved, cherished and cared for. Far away from where anyone would see or judge us. Is it right? No, I know this is wrong and I know there will be dire consequences if we get caught. But if he continues to play along, we can be together. Besides, a little white lie never hurt anyone, and so far, it hasn’t hurt us either.