𝐀 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐌𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐩𝐞

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬
ᴄᴏɴᴀɴ ɢʀᴀʏ

!!𝐓𝐖!!

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'𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰' Kyle thought as Malakai harshly grabbed his arm. Kyle whimpered at his touch. Bruises bloomed all over his body, pooling at his neck and inner thighs. He had cried so many tears these past few hours. 

Kyle's breathing was uneven, gasping for air at random intervals, never regulating. "Let's go" Malakai's voice was demanding. "Y-your not suited to drive." "We'll take the bus, now come on." "You're just going to hurt me again at home aren't you?"
Malakai's gaze softened artificially.
"Baby."  
His voice changed, it was soothing, comforting even. Kyle was slightly unsettled by his change in tone. 
"You think I want to hurt you?"
Kyle almost gave in.
Almost
"I just want to make you a better person."
His voice was sweet. His voice was laced with sugar and his words were dripping with honey.

Kyle was lifted gently by Malakai's arms and was placed onto the taller male's strong chest. Kyle visibly relaxed, Malakai smirked.
"Well sometimes...."
His voice was venomous now.

"𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮"

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