Page 71 of The Filth Kings

I didn’t judge him for being gay at all; if my mom liked it, I loved it. I considered myself bisexual, so who was I to judge him for liking men. It was him being with a man like Impurity that made my skin crawl. It made me look at my father differently, but I still loved him, no matter what.

“I just need time to process everything. I’m not in control of your conscience and who you see when you look in the mirror. You have to live with knowing what was going on while you were receiving all of the money and dick that he filled you up with…Not me. I still love you, you are my father, nothing changes that. I just hope you get right with God.” I stood up and stretched.

“What time is it?” I asked Detavio.

This was some heavy shit and it hit me too hard. I just wanted to lay down and sleep for a couple of hours before I hit the road.

“It’s eleven p.m.,” Detavio said on the side of me.

“Can you give me a room other than the pit to sleep in?” I asked him sarcastically.

I ran my hand over the top of my gel slicked hair. I couldn’t wait to go to the hair salon to get a nice wash and blow out.

“All of my rooms are taken?—”

“You mean to tell me you got an east and west wing and don’t have any other bedrooms?” I frowned.

Detavio smirked mischievously; he licked his lips to coat his lies and nodded his head ‘yes’.

“Angel, you can come sleep on the east wing with me and your mom. The room is huge enough for the three of us,” my father suggested.

“No,” I said a little too quick. I could tell that it hurt his feelings.

I just needed time. I didn’t want to be around my father at all. All of what he just said could have been said weeks ago when Detavio left the newspaper and note. When I approached him about it, he pushed me away. Detavio gave him no choice but to tell me. If it weren’t for him, I’d never know.

“I’ll join Detavio and see you and mom in a couple of days,” I uttered.

Thirty-Three

I liedand didn’t give one fuck about it. I had sixteen rooms fully furnished for Angel to sleep in but wanted her in my bed. I wanted to push her to the limits, so I took the opportunity before it disappeared. This would probably be my last time being this close to Angel. I decided to stop tormenting her, she didn’t deserve the shit. I could bully my way into her life, but it would only make her hate me more.

I watched the way her chest rose and fell, she snored lightly on her side comfortably. My dick stiffened, her curves and the thickness attached to her body made me want to take her in her sleep again. I needed a release; the first nut would be painful since I haven’t had a release in two days. After leaving Arkville, the shock of everything took a toll on me. A lot of things that I wondered about for years came out to the light.

I now understoodwhy Mr. Herringbone stuck by Impurity’s side no matter how bad he treated him. His bowels being loose had everything to do with Impurity. I was disgusted and angry. I hated that I still couldn’t bring myself to end Impurity or Jalissa when I had the perfect chance to do so. I didn’t know how to feel, or maybe I did. Every time I tried to understand how I felt about it all, I got this empty cold feeling in my chest.

I realized that I wasted my time as a kid, I waited for him to show up. Just to say just about anything to me. I would wait to hear his boots that would thud against the floor when he walked. Wait for his approval, then once I got his approval, I waited for something more. I waited for a conversation, a long one and not just a short demand of what he wanted me to do or telling me what I had to do.

I waited for Jalissa through rage and hate, then I stopped waiting once I realized that she was never coming back for me. I wanted Impurity to notice me as his son, I wanted for him to stand on the words that he said over a decade ago when he got ready to kick Jalissa and Octavio out.

“Listen, bitch, you either take Octavio or I’ll give him to someone else for a good penny. In Thailand, they’ll love his sweet ass. Our firstborn son gave us a fortune when I got rid of him. Detavio is the only good kid your battered womb could produce! Our firstborn was burned to a crisp when he came out of that foul pussy of yours! Octavio is as sweet as candy! The only kid I love is Detavio! He's handsome and looks just like me,” my father stated proudly.

I held on to those words in a sick twisted way. Those words that he spoke to my mom made me feel like it was love. I just couldn’t understand his hate for Monster. How could a parent reject their firstborn? How could he reject his last born? Because of Impurity, I mastered how to keep my head down for so long due to his anger never having an off switch. I learned how to make myself feel small. I ignored my feelings for so much since a kid that as an adult I didn’t know how to identify with them.

Impurity didn’t feel an ounce of guilt either, I witnessed it in his eyes. They were the same eyes that would get dark, almost hollow like there was nothing left but whatever was eating away at his soul. He never allowed me to be scared, because if I was and showed emotion, he considered me weak. Weakness disgusted him, just like anything that he deemed to be close to homosexuality. Yesterday, after all of my heavy thinking, I discovered for the first time that Impurity hated himself. He hated who he was and how he could never escape the Devil himself.

The Devil owned him and refused to turn him loose. I adjusted because I had no other choice. I now understood that ever slap or any time that I tried to reach out for something that felt like affection to Impurity, he’d beat it out of me and continue to push me away like I was a big mistake. I learned to lock it all away. My fears, my sadness, and depression was long forgotten about as time went on. If I showed him anything other than what he wanted to see in me that he didn’t see in himself, there was always hell to pay.

Impurity fucked me up. I started to become just like him without realizing the shit. I grew older and the problems started, the same problems that I buried away and forced myself to work through just to prove to myself that I wasn’t shit like him. I didn’t run to nobody for refuge after the fact, I didn’t go to tell anyone about anything that I endured with Impurity. In my mind, everything that I went through was just simply a part of the deal. Part of what being his son meant.

I didn’t consider myself strong, I actually wondered what the fuck it meant. I was wealthy but far from being strong like Impurity always told me. The only thing that I ever felt was heavy. It felt like Impurity had an invisible rope with a big piece of stone at the end, wrapped around my neck. He dragged me further into his abyss of darkness. Now, I was here…feeling like I was half of a man to the son of a bitch! I didn’t know how to process shit, and I didn’t know how to let any of it go, no matter how many times I told myself that I would.

Somewhere deep down inside of me, I felt this magnetic pull to Angel. I was terrified of what would happen if a part of me opened up to her. I felt something for her but I didn’t know what the fuck it was. Whatever it is, I felt myself panicking at the thought of willingly letting her go after tonight. I had to let her go, I couldn’t keep her. If I kept her against her will like I just did for two weeks, then I was indeed the product of Impurity. But… if I let her go…after tonight…and…she decided to come back to me…then she would be mine forever. There was only one way to find out after we played one last filthy game with one another…

An idea popped into my head, I thought back to Maylee. She told me she had fun with Angel, expressed how she loved the taste and the way that Angel ate her pussy.

I wanted to see it for myself. I was pissed that I didn’t have the proper time to get cameras installed inside of the pit to witness it. Angel shifted; the comforter fell off of the top of her body. I hated that she crawled in my bed with clothes on. Her titties were nice and round, her chocolate gumdrop nipples poked through the material of her long-sleeved shirt. I got off the bed, pulled my boxers off then shot a text to Maylee.

With a devious smirk glued to my face, I unlocked my bedroom door then got back on my side of the bed. I grabbed my dick and squeezed it, my balls tightened as I started to stroke it. I heard Maylee’s stilettos echo down the long hallway that lead her to my room. I looked over at Angel as she shifted to her right.Perfect.I thought, her body faced me. Her pouty lips, chubby cheeks, and button nose were perfect. I even loved the way her stomach hung over her leggings, I wanted to lean over, bite then suck her hot flesh into my mouth.

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