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𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞♥
❝𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐚, 𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐬❞
❞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭❝
Wren Kai Kreese moved from Chicago to California when he was 12 and has lived there ever since. He's manage...
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𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:
mentions of abuse and homophobic language.
𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐎𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭?
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐡
𝐈𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, the morning sun rays shining through the window and draping his sleeping form a blanket of gold. Although - what evidently woke him wasn't the light, but the pain. He groaned as he came to, curling in on himself and trying to cover his abdomen with a forearm. The pressure only serves to make it worse, tendrils of agony shooting from his stomach and through his body. He sees white behind his eyes as the pain momentarily blinds him fully.
The mesmerizing painting is ruined; instead, it's drawn over, and remade capturing the despair and anger of the boy. He squints his eyes open - one white, one blue - blinking them a few times before fully forcing them open. His bed sheets are sweat-soaked, sticking to his skin. He mentally blames it on the California weather, but the twinge of an ache that appears whenever he moves betrays that thought.
He prepares himself before shoving the sheets off of himself and swinging his feet off of the bed. His feet slump against the carpet and his bones crack when he stands. His foot knocks over an empty beer bottle on the way to the only bathroom in the apartment, and he cringes at the loud noise.
"Wren - keep it down, your father's asleep." His mother whispers from the kitchen , making his head snap towards her.
"Mom, you're up." The brunette sounds surprised, flicking his eyes up and down her body, as if he doesn't believe she's really there. She doesn't regard the multi-colored bruises on his stomach, maybe even keeping her gaze on his face to avoid them.
"Yeah, I was just about to make breakfast." Wren casts her a strange look. The clock on the stove reads 7:00.
"Breakfast? Uh- mom, why are you up right now?"
"Because it's a school day, and you need to eat before you leave." She answers him in an almost condescending tone, like she makes breakfast for him every day. Her mouth twists into an almost blinding smile, one that looks so foreign on her that he almost believes he's dreaming.
"Yeah, right. I'm gonna go take a shower first." He points in the direction of the bathroom before hurrying into it, slamming the door behind him.
