Novel & Cerita It Started When We Were Younger My Boo

I take a deep breath, knowing that what comes next will either strengthen us or destroy us completely. "It started when I was six years old," I began, "standing by a gas station, waiting for a mother who was never coming back."

Find out what the hell is going on. I walk over to the bar and order a shot from the prospect behind the bar. For the life of me I cannot remember his name. He eagerly grabs the bottle of jack and with shaky hands pours me a shot. He must be no older than eighteen, about the same age I was when I joined the club. My mom had tried hard to steer me and Max away from it all, but I was too infatuated with the idea. Max joined me when he turned eighteen and it's been our life ever since.

BASH(11 YEARS OLD) It happened so suddenly. One second, I was playing football with Luke, and the next second, I was chasing a faceless guy. It always happened to me. There are people and places I remember meeting but I never saw them in my life. I thought I had seen someone from my dreams. So, I followed him out of curiosity. I told my mom many times that I remembered the guns and the smell of cigars. But she said, I had never seen a gun in my real life, and insisted it was just my dream.

I didn't understand why he was so mad about us stealing the demo car. And the fact that it had been a demo car was what accelerated the whole thing. We were young and stupid, and I missed all those days. I remember Romeo and Elon climbing up the tree beside my bedroom to sneak in and play with me, then running to Sebastian's and playing as well. Man those were the good days. I mean, yeah, it was just 7 years ago, at least we did not have girl problems and ran at the idea of seeing boobs. We were still young, reckless with no care in the world. And I used to be the dumbest of them all. I remember crying because they told me I used to suck titties when I was young.

Strands of his brown hair rested on his face, but they only seemed to highlight his handsomeness. “I… I don’t think you should be walking with me, Leon.” I said, rising to my feet. If anyone saw us, it could bring me unwanted attention. I hadn’t gotten over the bullying from last year. I didn’t want another one to begin. “We walked together when we were kids. What’s the difference now?” Leon chuckled, and the memories I wanted to push aside, resurfaced. But looking at the sincerity on his face, I couldn’t refuse. We were neighbors as kids, and we had played together every single day. Even our parents expected us to end up together once we were old enough.

“Tell them what you told me.” Joey stepped forward first, “She... I was twelve,” he glanced at me, his eyes pleading for reassurance. I gave him a nod, and he swallowed hard before continuing, “...she started with little things. Touching us when we were helping our mums. Asking us to do things we didn’t want to.”

“How am I supposed to stay strong when my little girl is slipping away right in front of me?” The words broke something in me. Tears spilled freely down my cheeks, and I moved to sit beside him, resting my head on his shoulder as I had so many times when I was a child. “Do you remember,” I began, my voice thick with emotion, “when I was seven and I broke my arm trying to climb that old oak tree in the yard?” A small, sad smile tugged at his lips. “You wanted to prove you could climb higher than all the boys in the neighborhood,” he said, his voice softening at the memory. “You were always so fearless.”

“I started sewing when I was ten. I hate the taste of chocolate. And…” Another pause, a sip of whiskey, and an evil smirk. “And I was a virgin when we met.”

“You had a tough childhood?” I sat back in my chair, staring at the plates in front of us. “Not my childhood, but adolescence. We were so poor that sometimes I didn’t eat so Hawk could.” My stomach ached with phantom pain at the memories of those days. It was when it was just my brother and me against the world. I shook my head, dislodging the pathetic history from my mind. “What happened to your dad?” I asked.

“I remember everything about you.” We ate side by side in silence, watching the children play while the younger adults chatted nearby. The late-afternoon breeze lifted my curls as I leaned into his side. “I was thinking,” he said quietly, nudging my hip with his knee. “Maybe tonight… we tell them.” I turned to him. “Tell them what?” “How it really started. You know—the coffee, the glares, the ‘accidental’ tripping over my backpack.” I rolled my eyes with a laugh. “You deserved it.”