Some people believe life starts with God, others as soon as you are conscious, me? Who said anyone really starts living until they chose to?
"Live with me." I started into his eyes, searching for any sign of humour. Was he joking? He had to be. Why would anyone want me? He's playing mind games with me, he had to be. Hadn't he? He saw my thought in my eyes "i have a house, on the edge of the city. To be honest I've always wanted a son, and I've always known what i wanted him to be like. I've imagined him for years, in fact i know him so well that i could just look at him and know what he was thinking. How he felt, what he needed. As soon as i saw you, i saw him. And then it clicked, i was and probably will never be able to find a woman." A flicker of sadness consumed his eyes " but it doesn't mean that i can't have a son, and after what you've gone through I'm guessing you want a father? A proper one." He looked at me hopefully, "yeah, there's some stuff which I've always wanted to do with my dad. Like play football or take me to watch a game, heck, embarrass me in front of my mates." We both smiled at that. "Can we make a deal?" He put out his hand, i wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in tight. Even if he was messing with my mind, i have a father. Even if it's just for a few seconds. My father. My dad.
"Yes" i said and pulled away, a huge grin on my face. But then i remembered. I can't he's... he's him, i can't.
Franco saw my face change " what's wrong?" He looked worried.
"Your... Your a...
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The Gangleader, Is a Kid?
Ficción GeneralHe's a normal kid. Almost. He's only a rich gang leader as well. He also goes to a kickass boarding school for the very rich. He becomes best friends with the most elite and wealthiest kids in the world. Nothing can go wrong? Can it? Especially with...
