ob·ses·sion
/əbˈseSHən/
𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛
the state of being obsessed with someone or something.
A possessive/-obsessive boy who would do anything to win the boy heart that he desperately wants. Even if that means taking out anything that gets in his way. Ho...
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after my father had witness me sucking dick, he sent me to my room and told me not to leave until he calls me downstairs to talk. that was about 9 hours ago, so which brings us to now.
i was sitting down on the couch for 5 whole minutes, while waiting for my parents to say something to start the convo. they sat across from me as my father bounced his legs up and down. i could tell he was trying to find the right words for this topic that he strongly didn't want to discuss. i wouldn't even be mad if he slipped up and called me faggot right now. he saw his child sucking dick. god knows if i ever seen one of my kids sucking dick, then i might just end it all.
but anyways, as i slowly got up to leave since they weren't saying anything, my parents quickly started shouting from the top of their lungs causing me to jump in fear. i sat my ass back down, tuning out majority of the conversation because i was a little hurt from what Latrell said to me earlier, and plus i already had an idea on what my parents are saying.
my mind was so filled with Latrell that it was starting to drive me insane. i thought that me giving that bitch ass nigga head would hopefully start off some kind of relationship between him and I, but instead i got friend zoned.
i put my blood, sweat, and tears into pleasuring that man— okay, maybe that sounds a little dramatic, but still. i did not risk getting caught just for him to friend zone me like this.
"Jamir, i am extremely disappointed in you" my mom said, as i started to zone back in. "—i had to listen to my husband describe what he saw when he walked in on you and that Latrell boy, and now i might be considering therapy myself. we raised you way better for you to be acting like this" she finished, as i begin to start sobbing.
"i'm sorry, ma. i'm so sorry that i sucked off a nigga without getting none in return" i said while wiping my tears, as my mother sighed.
"that is not what you should be apologizing for" she said as i continued to ball my eyes out.
i knew that i shouldn't be crying over him, but still. what Latrell did really hurt me. and can i really be mad at him for it? of course not. we're not dating and i guess you could say that i knew what i was signing up for.
