"Michael..." Luke sang, holding an alcohol bottle in one hand while waving his other hand towards me.
"What Luke?"
He got closer and closer until finally we were face to face.
"I think, you're a piece...of shit" he giggled, poking my chest.
"You're worthless! You mean absolutely nothing to me or anyone else!" He shouted.
Then my dad stood right next to him, the man who died when I was only seven years old.
He put his hand on my shoulder.
Then took both of my shoulders and threw me against the wall.
"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT MICHAEL! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO KILLED ME! IT WAS YOU! YOU PATHETIC WASTE OF TIME!"
Laughs echoed throughout the room.
"Pathetic...."
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Yours Truly ⇒ Muke
RandomA story about a reverse skunk haired boy that falls deeply in love for the guy with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Short chapters ☻
