It Started When We Were Younger My Boo Novels & Stories

New day - new beginning! I began mixing the ingredients, humming a tune, and dancing back and forth. I loved dancing and not to brag, but I was a natural. I used to go clubbing back home with Amanda and my human friends. We were both underage, hanging with kids way older than us. But we got into their good graces, once they realized that we could steal booze and cigarettes without getting caught. I grinned, thinking back on the ‘good old days’.

It's my fault! I cried even harder as I thought about it. My suffering began when I was 16 years old. It all started when my mother caught me playing with myself. You know how curious teenagers can be, so I couldn't resist trying it, especially since my classmates influenced me. That's when my mother caught me and probably got the idea to use me to pay off her debts since I have a gifted member and a gifted face. So from that day on, she started using me to pay off her debts to her.

I promised her as I started cleaning up the mess we’d made. “Sometimes when you talk, you sound like a fortune cookie. Did you know that?” “Bet Bo wants to know what a fortune cookie is now,” I grinned at her and laughed as her expression changed.

If I wanted him to understand, then I had to tell him the bitter truth of my younger days. Taking a deep breath, I begin. “When I was young, around your age, I didn’t have a lot of friends. Most of the kids my age thought I was weird and not cool. I wasn’t bullied, but I wasn’t accepted either. Because most of them thought that I was weird and annoying, they rarely invited me to function. I was never invited to birthday parties or sleepover, those kind of things. It hurt every time others in our class got invites, but I didn’t. I used to cry every time it happened, wondering why they disliked me so much.”

“I’ve been trying to understand myself since I started feeling it.” “When did you start feeling this way?” He huffed. “A very, very long time ago.” I frowned. “How long exactly?” “When we were young… in college… dreaming about having you even if I had to share you with him.” “Wait… what?” I sputtered.

The whole thing is like some sort of mad fantasy as she starts to talk again. "When you were a new born 8 minutes old, when you were 8 hours old I eagerly shared by boobs with my baby as any good mommy would do. When you were 8 days old, 8 months old, I of course still did the same...but then when you got older my sharing should have stopped but it didn't." "Why?" he finally asks the million dollar question. She takes a small sip of her wine, looking at him seriously wondering if he has any idea where she is leading him.

"I will never felt you are troubling me with any kind of problem. Your problem is mine too so tell me how and when it all started." "I can't remember the days I spent as a kid but I know my nightmare has been haunting me since then. I don't know how it all started. All I could see in the nightmare was a little girl crying in a house on fire with a man and a woman shouting for help in so much tears. I don't understand what that means mum." "Since you are a kid?" "Yes mum!"

I say, rolling my eyes. “Geesh, someone’s in a mood today. What’s with you?” She asks, raising her perfectly shaped eyebrow. I sigh and rub my hands over my face and sit down beside her, “I’m sorry, Boots.” I say sincerely. She smiles hearing my nickname for her. I’ve called her ‘boots’ since she was three years old because mum got her this pair of rainbow glitter boots for her third birthday, and she didn’t take them off for a full week. They eventually convinced her to take them off for baths, but she would still want to wear them to bed. It was really annoying, but looking back, it was kinda cute.

I jerked my head a few times, trying to open my memory lane. My first step. Mom said that I started walking before my first birthday. I had seen photos of my childhood. I pictured one of those and tried to give it a form. A chubby boy bear crawling on the floor, showing his two front teeth, his eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement. A blurred image started forming at the back of my mind, but the burning sensation on my skin was more unbearable than I had anticipated. I grunted and opened my eyes. “Damn it.” Cathy cursed and the fire vanished immediately.

he reminds me. “Those men I mentioned… They would say things about my ass when I walked by—and what they wanted to do to it,” I blatantly reveal. “And the women who were shooting up or whoring themselves out offered advice on how to get me started down either path. I was ten when all that began, Nick. Ten.”