Black
Truth be told he hated everything that his father had given him, technically hated everything that had existed about him, eventually becoming bitter and twisted enough to manage to hate the man himself but there was still one thing that he was unsure about. That he couldn�t decide if he hated him for it or if he was thankful.
He chuckled as his shovel hit the ground again, only to hear another scathing voice attacking him.
�What the hell are you laughing about?�
�I really don�t think that�s any of your business now is it?�
�Deciding which one of us to attack next?�
He smirked to himself, he hadn�t attacked any of them yet but he was certain about one thing, �if I do it won�t be you.� If he was honest with himself he practically despised C-Note, couldn�t stand to be in the same room with him in such cramped conditions, expected him to pull out a knife and stab him at any moment for any reason at all.
He could still here his father�s voice ringing in his ears, the first lesson he�d ever learnt, �don�t let any of them blacks near you; there�s nothing right about them and they�ll bury you in a second.�
The lesson had got him out of situations he hadn�t wanted to be in, but he couldn�t help thinking that if he hadn�t been forced to learn it that he would have had more options available to him. But it didn�t matter now, what was done was done and you couldn�t change hate.
But he still wondered if it was the only thing that he was grateful for.
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