Dear Ethan,
I'm terrified. I saw Hayden at the park the other day. I tried to run away, but he caught me by the sleeve.
"Stay still, slut, I've got unfinished business with you," he growled, kicking me to the ground.
"No!" I screamed, tugging away from his grip. He kicked my metal legs through my pants and laughed.
"I knew I'd have you on your hands and knees screaming!" Hayden taunted, slapping me. "Now I want you to suck it." He took out his 'stuff' and forced me to.
Now I'm scared. Hayden watched me run home, and he followed me halfway. He punched me on the way. Now he knows where I live.
I went home with a big bruise on my face. My mom fussed over it, of course, demanding about who did it to me. I told her it was nothing, that he's already in trouble. I was afraid that Hayden would get into more trouble and then hit me more.
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Lost Half
Non-Fiction{Warning: Contains suicide, sexual items, and self-harming.} I'm heartbroken. I have had a major crush on my best friend Ethan for years, since about the time I met him. I confessed to him a few weeks ago, and when I was following him to the park to...
