Like Father, Like Son (Text Version)

Around twenty years ago your parents got into so serious financial debt, shortly there after you were all evicted from your house in the suburbs.
You and your parents moved around from one motel to the next, before your father finally found a small apartment in a corner of town.
But it wasn't easy being white in a overly black populated neighborhood, and it was even harder for your parents to find work.
One night in particular you remember as you were about fourteen, you heard your parents arguing about something, you heard them saying that they owned money to someone named Jamaal.
The next day there was a knock on the door, and as you opened it there in front of you stood a large rugged looking black man, and then your father came up behind you.
After your mother and father had talked to him for a few moments, your father took you out for a walk, you wondered why your mom wasn't with the two of you, and you could see that your father was almost whimpering a bit.
It wasn't easy for you to grow up in the neighborhood either being one of the few whites there, almost all through school you were bullied by some black kids.
In the neighborhood respect was everything, the strongest would always get respect, and if someone didn't show respect, they would get beaten up, which is something you got to experience several times.
You always wished that you could be stronger and braver, but usually when something happened, you felt weak and like a coward you tried to apologize.
Because you didn't do very well in school, you couldn't get in to a college, so you ended up working in a market a few blocks away from where you grew up, but at least you had yourself your own apartment.
But it wasn't all bad, in the market you met this beautiful girl and fell in love, and you felt like the luckiest guy in the world when the two of you started going out.
But it wasn't all good either working in the market, as several times a week this black guy Tyrone who had been the biggest bully back in highschool, would come to the market.
He was now in a local gang who had all the businesses in the area paying protection money, and Tyrone was one of the enforcers who picked up the money.
Even though he had always treated you like dirt, beaten you up a couple of times, you always showed him respect and for some time now you had even tried to see if there was some way for you to join the gang as well.
Though you had never actually asked Tyrone right out if you could join, because you were too scared that he would beat you up again.
Though you knew that it would be very tough for someone like yourself to join, you had always wanted to get some respect.
Even more so lately, because you wanted to show your girlfriend that you were someone.


Because ever since you started going out with her, you had felt even more humiliated when you would meet Tyrone or someone in the gang, and they would push you around, right there in front of your girlfriend, and even though she would never say anything, you knew that she wished that her boyfriend would stand up for himself, and her.
Then one day as Tyrone were coming in to the market, you had overheard a couple of bookies talking about a race, and you had found out that they had fixed a race, so this was an opportunity for you to give something to Tyrone which you hoped would be a chance for you to join the gang.
"I'm mutha fucking pissed off today, so you better have the money or I'm going to beat the shit out of you white boy!" Tyrone looked mean as he walked up to you.
"Y... yes I... I have it..." You said stuttering.
"And give me some fucking smokes back there as well!" Tyrone told you.
"H... here..." You handed him the cigarettes.
"Ehm... Tyrone... there was something I wanted to tell you..." You got the nerve up to say as he was about to leave.
"What the fuck is it, I'm busy!" He turned around looking at you.
"Well... I... I happened to overhear these two bookies." You said as he then walked closer.
"Yo you better not be listening to me when I'm talking to some homeboys!" Tyrone told you in a mean way.
"N... no of course not... I... I was just..." You felt intimidated and almost wished that you had said anything.
"So what the fuck did these bookies talk about?!" He asked you.
"We... well they were talking about this race... and the way that they had fixed it..." You told him.
"Yo... you know about a fixed race?" Tyrone then said looking more interested.
"Y... yes it's the one on Wednesday, the dogs down at fifth, this dog called Pero is going to win..." You told him hoping it would like the information.
"You sure about this, you better not be fucking lying to me white boy!" He told you in a harsh way.
"N... no that's what I overheard." You told him.
"Aiight... I'll check it out, but this better be right mutha fucker, or you will be one messed up white boy!" He told you again as he then nodded at you as he walked out.
After he left you almost felt a bit sick, as you had felt so scared when you talked to him, and you were praying that the information was right.
A couple of days later you heard this loud car park outside the market as you then saw Tyrone walk through the doors.
"Yo, where's that white boy!" You heard him ask the other guy who worked in the market.
As you heard that you started to feel more and more nervous, thinking that the dog you had told him about might not had won.


"Yo, why you hiding back here, can't you hear that I'm looking for you!" He sounded rough as Tyrone came up behind you.
"Oh... I wasn't... I was just..." You felt scared.
"Chill white boy, chill... that fucking dog you told me about won, I'm made a mutha fucking load of cash!" He told you looking at you, which made you feel a bit more at ease.
"That's... that's what I said." You managed to say trying to sound like you weren't scared.
"Yo listen up, I told my nigga Dwayne about what you had heard, and after the race came in, he told me to tell you something." Tyrone told you, which made you feel a bit anxious.
"You are going to keep your ears open, and if you hear anything else, you're going to call me right away, aiight?!" Tyrone told you.
"Of... of course... I can do that." You told him as you were hoping that this was a way for you to get in to the gang.
"Here's my number, but you better not be handing that out, you feel me!" He told you.
"No... I wont." You said as you took the note as Tyrone then took some smokes and left.
Later that evening in your apartment, you were telling your girlfriend that they might be letting you in to the gang soon, even though Tyrone hadn't said anything about the gang, but you wanted to feel strong and respected in front of her.
"You know a friend of mine is dating a gang member, and she tells me about them sometimes about how dangerous they are, so I hope you know what you're doing honey." She told you.
"Of course I do." You told her hoping that you knew what you were doing.
Then after about a week, you found the same bookies walking around in your store, and you slowly started to follow them, hoping to overhear something.
A few moments later just before they were about to leave, one of them got a call, and after that he told his friend that the football game on Saturday was taken care off, and to bet big on the Hawks.
Then as you picked up the phone to call Tyrone, you hoped that this was going to be something that would make them realize that you could be a part of the gang.
"Ehm... Tyrone... it's..." You called Tyrone.
"What's up boy, you better have something juicy for me!" He told you.
"I just overheard the same bookies, they said to bet big on the Hawks on Saturday." You told Tyrone.
"Hawks... aiight, I have it." Tyrone then hung up on you.
Then a day before the game Tyrone stopped by the market.
"Yo white boy, about the game." He came up to you.
"Y... yes?" You said wondering if something was wrong.
"I got some niggas betting big on this game, so it better be good!" He told you with a rough look.
"I... I... it's going to be good." You said really hoping.


"Because if they loose, it will make me look bad, and if I look bad, then I will personally fuck you up real bad!" Tyrone told you looking at you.
"I'... I'm sure... I'm sure it will be okay." You felt scared as you stuttered.
"Just so I know that you're not pulling something, I'll be watching the game over at your place tomorrow!" Tyrone told you.
"Oh... okay... that's no problem... I would be glad to..." You said feeling a bit worried.
"Aiight boy, see you tomorrow!" Tyrone said giving you a last look before he left.
Even though you felt scared by him coming over, it might give you the opportunity to ask him about the gang.
"He's coming here tomorrow?" Your girlfriend asked again after you had told her.
"Yes... he's going to watch it here, I think Tyrone just wants to see where I live and such, you know if I am to join the gang." You lied to your girlfriend.
"Ah... well I guess I better go out and buy some things then for the game." Your girlfriend told you as you realized that you hadn't thought about having something to offer him when he got here.
"That's a good idea..."
As Saturday came you started to get more nervous, as Tyrone was soon going to be here, and your girlfriend was putting out some beers.
"Relax honey, you said yourself that they like you." Your girlfriend told you.
"Y... yeah." You thought that perhaps you should have told your girlfriend, but you wanted her to feel that you were someone now, and just there there was some knocks on the door.
"Yo, what's up white boy!" Tyrone said as you had opened the door and he just stepped inside.
"Good.. I was..." You were interrupted.
"M m m, so who's this fine girl?" Tyrone said as he saw your girlfriend.
"This... is my girlfriend..." You introduced her.
"Hi, hello." She said.
"Damn, you didn't tell you had such a sweet woman, I would have worn something else." Tyrone said looking at your girlfriend.
"No need for that, we're just going to watch a game." Your girlfriend smiled.
"Aiight, but we got time for other things as well, don't we boy." Tyrone said with a smug look at your girlfriend as he then looked over at you.
"I... guess." You said hoping that that meant you could bring up the gang.
"Well have a seat, and we'll bring you some beers." Your girlfriend said as the two of you stepped over to the kitchen.
"Honey, why does he still call you names like that, I thought..." Your girlfriend said looking at you.
"Oh that... that's just a nickname you know." You told her even though you could feel that she didn't really believe you.
"Here you go." You went over and sat down in the couch as you gave a beer to Tyrone.


"Think it's about to begin." Your girlfriend said as she walked over to the couch, and just then Tyrone moved up to you so there would only be room for your girlfriend on his right side.
"Let me take that for you." Tyrone took your girlfriend glass that she was holding as she looked over at you, as she then sat down next to Tyrone, which made you feel rather uncomfortable.
"You know you're going to make it tough for a brother to keep his eyes on the game girl." Tyrone said looking at your girlfriend.
Your girlfriend smiled as she then looked over at you, you could tell that she looked a bit uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as you.
As the game began you started to notice that Tyrone had started to keep his hand on your girlfriend's thigh, and you saw that she was looking at you at times, probably wondering why you didn't say anything.
Even though you wanted to say something, you didn't want to make Tyrone angry or disrespect him in some way, which would make it impossible for you to bring up the gang.
Then half game came on and the cheerleaders ran out to the field, you felt that this might be a time to mention the gang.
"You know girl, you should try out for the Hawks cheerleaders." Tyrone then said to your girlfriend.
"You must be joking, I wouldn't stand a chance." Your girlfriend said giggling.
"Damn girl, those bitches doesn't have a prayer on your body!" Tyrone told her which made you feel a bit more uncomfortable.
"Yeah right..." Your girlfriend said, looking over at Tyrone with a smile.
"The hell you don't... stand up for a second girl." Tyrone told your girlfriend as she stood up.
"M m m, yo white boy, doesn't your girlfriend here have the body to be a cheerleader." Tyrone then laid his hands on her hips as he moved her around a bit.
"I... sure..." You didn't know what else to say but to agree.
"You two are just silly." Your girlfriend told the two of you as she then walked out to the kitchen, which gave you the opportunity to ask Tyrone.
"You know Tyrone... I... I was thinking about these bets that I've overheard... You think... maybe it would be possible for me to... perhaps join your gang, you know so..." You finally got the nerve up to say but as you did Tyrone spurted out the beer in his mouth.
"Say what... you joining the gang... what the fuck do you think you..." Then as he looked over at your kitchen and then at you he stopped.
"You want to join the gang huh white boy... well you would have to give me something more then just these bets for that." Tyrone told you.
"Well I really want to become a part of the gang, and I..." You said hoping that there was something you could do to be a part of the gang.
"I'm going to make out with your girlfriend." Tyrone then said right out of the blue which caught you off guard.
"What... no... you..." You didn't know what to say to something like that.
"Yo, you want me to recommend you for the gang, then I'll need to know that you can do things for me!" Tyrone then told you.


"But... but... there's has to be something else?" You said feeling so jealous, and you really didn't want this, but you wanted to feel respect as well.
"You want to be a part of the gang or not?!" Tyrone told you.
"Y... yes... okay..." You reluctantly agreed with Tyrone.
"Aiight white boy, then when your girlfriend comes over here, you're going to leave, go to the bathroom or something, and stay there for a while, aiight?!" Tyrone told you as you reluctantly nodded.
"Your cheerleader is back." Your girlfriend then said jokingly as Tyrone looked over at you.
"Ehm... I'm... I'm going to go to the bathroom." You reluctantly said as you stood up looking back at Tyrone and your girlfriend as you walked away.
As you had sat in the bathroom a while you started to have serious second thoughts about this, and even though you were sure that your girlfriend would slap Tyrone if he tried something, you had to stop it.
Then as you opened the door and looked over at the couch, you were shocked to see what was going on.
Tyrone had his hand inside your girlfriend's blouse and was squeezing her breasts, as their lips were locked and they seemed to be passionately tongue kissing each other.
You felt so stunned that you didn't know what to do, as you stood there Tyrone unbuttoned your girlfriend's blouse as he then threw it on the floor, as she then moved on top of him, her breasts right in his face.
You couldn't believe that your girlfriend could do something like that, making out with this black guy, and even more when you were still at home.
"Lets get these mutha fucking pants off of your girl!" Tyrone told you girlfriend who started slowly slide out of her pants, and what was even worse was that she pulled down her panties as well.
"Hmpf... you fucking read my mind bitch!" Tyrone said as your girlfriend then started to unbuckle his pants.
"Oh godd Denise wasn't lying..." Your girlfriend said as you realized that Denise was her friend that was dating someone in the gang.
"I want to feel that big black cock inside of me." You then heard your girlfriend moan out.
"Bitch... you're going to feel it alright!" Tyrone told her with his smug look as you then watched in horror as your girlfriend slowly lowered herself down onto his fat black dick.
"Oh yess..." And then as you heard your girlfriend start to moan louder and louder you started to whimper, and and that point you remembered that day back when you were fourteen when you had seen your father whimper, as you now knew what had happened back then.
That rugged black man that you had left alone with your mother, he had slept with your her, and now it was happening to you, like it had happened to your father.
And as you looked over, you saw Tyrone looking at you with a grin on his face.
"Yeah, take it bitch!" Tyrone grinned at you as you whimpered.