𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑: N.SHEFF

001

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❝ Nic, why are your eyes red? ❞ I questioned, His eyes had been red eversince he returned from the bathroom, his eyes were puffy aswell that i coudln't tell if he cried or had sore eyes.

He sniffed, wiping off a powder away from his nose. "Are you okay? I can take you to the clinic if you'd like." i look at him in pity, rubbing his back as he smile at me gently.

"It's nothing, Luna. Thank you. Your concern makes me feel better." both of us stood up and exit the class along with other students, right beside each other. We sat at the wooden bench right ouside our highschool, sun flashing our faces.

For the next few days, Nic had been avoiding our daily hang outs after school. It was quite odd he wasn't here like he was in the past three years.

"Nic?" i whisper, looking at the dry leaves sweeping on the ceramic road. He looked at me, tilting his head. ❝ i love you, Nic. ❞

I maintained eye contact as his cheeks flow pinkish, a sound of a car pull up just at the road, running over the dry leaves.

"Don't say that, we aren't a couple." He frowned, getting up from the bench with his bad and stood in front me and looked down, as i look up.

He smiles and leans, kissing my forehead. ❝ i hope that innocent, joyful face of yours never dissapears. ❞

I wonder what it meant.

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❝ What you get from your thirteen'th birthday..?❞ my father gripped his hands tight on the rocking chair as his eyes filled with anger. My hands locked infront me as i nod, "Yes, father. What do i get for my thirteenth birthday-"

My small smile dissapear as i felt a hard slap across my face, holding my cheek as i look up to my standing father. ❝You are a teen, and that's what you get. You work for your damn needs as soon as you turn thirteen. ❞

He pointed at me with red eyes, his breath smelt like beer. It was odd he didn't hit me as much as last time, maybe this was what i get.

❝ Okay, thank you, father. ❞

It had been like that ever since my mother stabbed her mouth right in front of me, we were a happy family until i had seen my father hit my mother several times because she had talked to the mail man.

My mother was a beautiful brunette with blue eyes, always wearing silk night wears and lace tops around the house- a kind hearted woman.

They always used to dance with me around the house, not until my father had danced in bed with another woman.

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❝ Happy birthday, Luna. ❞ My step brother walked in, he was about a year older than me, he already had reached puberty which i was about to experience.

I was sat in my bed in home clothes, expecting nothing to be served at all. Not even Nic had thrown a rock on my window.

"Thank you, Kurt." i ran up to hug the light haired brunette that worn a grey shirt just leaning on my dorm frame.

❝Get dressed, Me and You are leaving. ❞ he smiles, going back to his standing position and walking away. "Kurt, i can't. Father might-"

❝I convinced him, don't worry about it. ❞ he smiles.

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⋮  ៚：Kurt Everlong
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