Daily Free-Write September, 10, 2020

I'm always fucking up and wrecking shit. 

I don't want to ruin this one this time. 

Love don't always come and go.

"Fuck you!"

"NO, fuck you, Dad!" 

Marshall shucked on his backpack and walked out the back door, the screen slamming itself shut behind him. 

"Hey, Greg, can I stay at your place?" 

"Hey, Jakey, can I stay with you for a bit?"

"Hey, Shawn, my man. Can I stay over for a little while?"

He dialed everyone down the list and all he got was 

"Sorry man, not this week."

"Can't help you bud."

"Good luck!"

Until finally he came to the last option in his phone. The name just said 'Daddy T'

"Hello? Marshall, is that you? Yeah, I think I can help you, if you're willing to follow my rules. Hmm, you need a ride too? Okay, Where are you?"

He waited on the corner. It was dark, and he shivered despite the California heat. This guy was a last resort, but he wasn't going to go back home now to hear his Dad lecture him about his lifestyle choices. 

A black lincoln Navigator pulled up to the corner and stopped. The window rolled down.

"Hop on in," said the man, and he did. 

"You hungry?"

"No," said Marshall, crossing his arms and frowning. 

"I'm sorry. Let me rephrase that. Have you eaten?"

"No, I haven't eaten." 

"Okay, well then, I'm going to stop at a drive through and get you some food, and you're going to eat it."

"Yes, sir." 

"That's what I like to hear."

Daddy T was a hook-up back from when Marshall was doing some gay for pay on grindr. This guy had a thing for being a 'daddy', and Marshall actually liked the fact that he never asked for sex. All Marshall had to do was follow the rules and he got paid. When Marshall quit doing that work in favor of something more lucrative, Daddy T gave him his number, just in case. He never thought he'd actually call it.

"A kids meal? Really?" asked Marshall. 

"Just what a growing boy like you needs," said Daddy with a smile. "Now you hold onto that til we get home. No eating in the car."

"Yes, sir," said Marshall, pouting. 

Back at Daddy's house, Marshall was digging into his chicken nuggets and fries, while Daddy waited. He didn't want to admit it but he actually liked this food. 

"Don't forget to drink your milk, kiddo."

Marshall was abashed at the childish drink. Daddy insisted on no soda saying it was bad for him, and this is what he got instead. Distracted as he was, he tried to swallow a nugget hole and almost choked.

"Haha, slow down there, kiddo. Did you even get a chance to taste it?"

Marshall coughed up the nugget and felt even more embarassed.

"I think that food is too big for you, kiddo. I'll have to cut it up next time." 

Marshall felt so small thanks to Daddy's teasing, but said nothing.

"So, what brings you to my doorstep? Need some cash?"

Marshall shook his head. 

"No. It's my Dad. He doesn't like my lifestyle and he kinda kicked me out."

"What, that you're gay?"

"No, that I deal drugs."

"Drugs?!" 

Daddy was immediately out of his seat.

"What are you thinking, Marshall? Don't you know how dangerous that is?"

"I do. And now that he threw away everything I have, I can't show my face in town. I owe some very bad people a lot of money."

"Well, you've gotten yourself into a real mess. I can keep you safe, if you stay with me, but you're going to have to have a lot more rules then before, little man."

Marshall gulped. He didn't like the way this sounded.