TW: Megan, david, gore, p*pple br*in(derogatory), self-harm
I fell in love once, with a man. His name was David. He loved me and I loved him, we helped eachother with our urges to be gay and love abortions. He made me a good christian, and I made him die.
It was 1978, noonish and we were listening to the bible on our record player, we were somewhere around Luke, maybe John and he says, "I hate this." I ask why.
"Because Megan, I don't love you, I love machine gun kelly, not you."
"Threesome?"
"No. I love him too much."
I took out my knife and sliced his throat and left him to bleed and die on our new vintage rug, shit, that was a nice rug. I was never framed for his death and lived happily ever since.
David and I did lots of drugs, lol the 70s were cray. Then I had violent sex with mgk. He came I didn't because he doesn't know where the clit is. Anyways he was gay and thats bad.
After I did mgk I decided to branch out a bit. I found another blonde white guy, but this one was straight and named Jack. He also didn't know where the clit was because he is racist, you get it. He was an ok guy, for some reason he smelt really bad, so I would constantly open my mouth in disgust when I'd see him. he made me smile when he would tease me because of my zebra hair phase. I still have trauma from him lolz.
Anyways I out lived him bc I'm an immortal vampire and he was a stupid human. #immortlity. Anyways after him I realized I like woman. So I dated my childhood best friend Madison. She was weird and died in 1876 so shit was weird. Anyways I met this new guy named Louis. I think he can find the clit.
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Forbidden Love (Megan x Louis Powell)
Non-FictionMegan is a uwu introverted smol bean, Louis is a racist, homophobic, dream smp stan with a dark side. This story will beg the question, do opposites really attract?
