Hope to Survive

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It's time for a background check !!! Also everyone of Luciano's demons were once human.... if you don't want a background check SKIP TO CHAPTER 21 Mango Out!!

Lyric  pov

From the day I was born I was praised upon because of my good looks, which was nice because I got to loose my virginity when I was young. The bad part was that I was taken advantage of, shown off like a prize and the worst of them all is getting sexually assaulted by women and almost raped once. 

It comes with consequences and no I'm not being cocky saying I'm hotter than Jamie Dornan, Harry Styles, Ryan Reynolds, Henry Cavil, Michael B. Jordan- you get it. It made me popular is school and I was the boy no one could have. The only problem is that... I was a sex addict. 

The moment I lost my virginity at 10 - yes 10 years old- I've been craving it. It was hard to go a week without sex, it made me do questionable things. Not like drugging a girl but it was just questionable the things I did, by the end of my freshman year of high school my body count was above 100 and I wasn't proud of it but it was what I was craving.

I've fucked every single girl in the school, even if they were gay they couldn't resist me. I soo got tired and bored of all the girls and didn't feel the high I usually did, I went to prostitutes. Fucking them in my car senselessly, without sex I'd be dead rotten. 

One normal day I went into a coffee shop, well it wasn't a regular day. I was sex deprived, I had just fucked a prostitute two days ago but my dick needed to be in a hole asap. I sit down in one of the booths and start to read things, it might sound weird but on my free time I study, not like school work study but I'd just read about everything and because I had such amazing memory I would easily pass all of my test. 

As I scroll through my computer sipping my coffee, slowly forgetting about sex I see someone in my vision sitting at my booth. I ignore them and continue to read "Sorry for sitting here but the café is full." I look up to see a boy, he was my age but sure didn't act or dress like it. He wore a navy sweatshirt and grey sweats, the sweater was large on him and he fiddled with the sleeve.

"That's fine precious, you can sit with me I don't mind." I send him a wink and his face turns red

"T-Thank you." He whispers, he takes out a book and starts to read it. I just started at him intently, there was something about him that I liked something different. 

"So, what's your name little one?" I ask leaning back

"Aaron."

"Cool, my names Lyric."

"That's a cool name." 

"Thanks Ron, so are you new here? I've never seen you."

"Oh no, I've always lived here." Weird, he must've seen I was confused because he said "I've been homeschooled my whole life, I-I'm starting my first day tomorrow." I smirked at him, there's a 99 percent chance he'll go to my school.

"Hmmm, interesting. Why have you been homeschooled?"

"My mother likes me home, she has... attachment issues." I can tell the topic is sensitive so I leave it

"Well, I've been here for ages. So I'll be your tour guide." He sends me a small smile that makes my heart swell. 

Long story short. He killed himself. I fell in love with him. Took his virginity and he killed himself. Not because of me but because of his fucking mother his abusive mother fucking mother. When he said 'attachment issues' he meant 'my mom leaves big bruises and didn't want anyone seeing it' his mother didn't know he even went to school.

I was the only one who went to his funeral, I was the only who planned it. My parents found out I had sex with a guy, they had no problem about me whoring around but they suddenly snap when I try something else. They kicked me out, I wasn't homeless per say, I stayed somewhere. My home was Aaron and he was taken from me. 

Then I do something that I deeply regret, I go on a killing spree. Aaron has told me every single person that has hurt him and I killed every.single.one.of.them. Not hesitating one bit, my last three kills... were probably my favorite. His mother, my mother and my father. They don't deserve to live, they both neglected their son. 

I hope they rot in Hell. 

I was eventually arrested and was put on a death sentence, I was happy. I could see my Aaron but shit was I wrong. Once I took my last breathe, or thought I took my last breathe I took another one... and another. I opened my eyes and black surrounded me, I didn't know where I was. I look around and see three other boys who looked just as confused as I did.

We had no idea what was coming our way.