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*TRIGGER WARNING* MENTIONS OF RAPE AND ALL THAT HORRIBLE STUFF *TRIGGER WARNING*
"Should have done it sooner," Lucas replied with an equally soft voice, quickly recovering, "Now, what about you?"
"I-I didn't really expect you to tell me your story so soon," Dakota said in response, "I'm not exactly prepared." Lucas studied him for a second, then nodded. His eyes were piercing into Dakota's soul, and Dakota imagined the eyes searching for his story inside whatever form a soul might take.
"That's alright," Lucas said, kissing him on the cheek, "You don't have to tell me yet."
Lucas shifted until he was laying down fully, resting his head on the pillow below him. Dakota hesitantly followed; he wrapped an arm around Lucas's waist and pulled Lucas closer until the blonde's head was snuggled into his chest.
Dakota looked at the broken little blonde boy, who had just opened his heart up and bared it. When Dakota first saw him, he thought Lucas was a beautiful, smiley, and somewhat naughty person. Then, as he learned, he saw the blonde as a twink with a dark side- and now...Now Lucas was an innocent lamb torn asunder by the lion of life. As the thunder and rain continued to clash outside, Dakota imagined the sounds as a lion's roar- mocking him, mocking Lucas, mocking people as it taunted them with civility and passiveness. It was any second that the wildness inside would pounce.
"It's not fair," Dakota said, breaking his own thoughts, silencing the lion, "I should tell you my story too."
"You don't-"
"I want," Dakota interrupted-" To. I want to. I want you to know."
Every adopted kid had a story. You wouldn't be one without one. Dakota was going to tell his to someone other than Nick. Finally.
"So-uh," Dakota said, albeit shakily, "I don't know where to start."
"The beginning?" Lucas suggested.
"Obviously, I would start there if I knew where the beginning was," Dakota said quickly and nervously, then proceeded to pause in thought.
"Take your time," Lucas reminded him, reading him like a book- a skill the blonde hadn't lost.
Dakota took a longer pause. He scanned his memory. He took a few calming breaths. He continued.
"I'm going to be a bit blunt," Dakota said.
"As expected," Lucas replied.
"Alright, I guess I should provide an explanatory exposition?" Dakota started.
Lucas smiled, "Koty, this is your life, not an English essay. Just tell me what you what me to know."
Dakota glanced once more into those eyes, no longer piercing. They got want they wanted, and now they were softly listening.
"Okay," Dakota replied, "Well then, I guess it starts off in the streets."
"What about your parents?" Lucas questioned, tilting his head in curiosity.
"They died when I was young," Dakota replied, "I still remember them, but only a bit... They burned in a house fire along with all of my childhood possessions; some say my parents were going through a rough patch and committed suicide together. Obviously, I was the first one saved from the house because I was the child. After they died, I ended up running away from the agencies and cops. To me, I was just filled with sadness from the loss of my parents. I needed time away from grown-ups and funerals and other things that reminded me of my parent's death. To the agencies, I was a child running amok in the crime-filled streets with no resources. The death of my parents is not really an upsetting thing to me anymore. I believe they are happier wherever they're at, if they were really that miserable on this Earth."
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Finding Yourself
RomanceBDSM was not the lifestyle Dakota Moore had in mind. He had spent most of his teenage career running away from orphanages and taking care of his homeless little sisters. Once they were adopted by two rich gay guys, everything in Dakota's life sudden...
