It was usually just me and my mom, alone in this house. It was quiet most nights, she worked so I didn't have to. She was great to me and I was grateful for her.
My name is Ricardo Antonio Murillo. But people call me Tony. I cringe at the name Ricardo or Ricky. It was just my secret and no one really spoke of it.
I stepped onto the steps that lead to my house, where I made my way in from school. Greeted with an empty house, except my cats.
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Love Locked
Teen FictionTony was there for Carl when no one else was, he nurtured Carl's inner wounds and helped him grow, but Marshall showed Carl a world he'd never seen before, filled with hot fire like passion. Can Carl choose who he wants to be with, or will all three...
