Ghosted

Betrayal

Boots ran as fast as his feet could, he couldn't run as because Dora railed him way to hard. He kept running with really blurly eyes from his salty salty tears. He brusted into his house running into his room slamming onto his bed. He hugged his pillow as his tear streamed down his face, he hated how he felt, he felt nasty he felt as every part of his body Dora touched should get sawed off. As he cried himself to sleep while some one was banging on the front door....