Dear Diary, Sportsy saw me. He saw me run in the bathroom. Crying. I don't know how much time I can stall in here. He's knocking on the door. I locked it, though. Im shsking so bad I can hear the psnic in his voice. I feel terrivle. He just wants to help me and im not lwtting him. shit shit shit shit shit shit! i need to think of a plan i cant let him see me like this-big dick davey
Dear Diary, I think I passed out for a while on the cold floor. I can't hear Sportsy anywhere and I don't even know what time it is. My phone is dead and I don't wanna get out anytime soon. I look like shit. I just don't want him to leave me. But I think he left the room. Did I cause him to step out? Is this my fault? Did he leave because of me? Fuck. I don't want to be alone. Not again. I CAN'T be alone.
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FanfictionHeavily inspired by Dragonblade122, check them out. (And by Dave's Computer in DSaF 2) (This is mostly a Davesport book so have.. fun reading it?)
