There was a routine now. After school – not during class anymore since there were students – he'd be pulled into the vacant boys locker room, knowing full-well that no one would be in there. All sports were held in the other big gym; it being new and all.
And after every "meeting," River would go home, tell his parents his school day was fine, take a shower, and go out to random bars to get shit-faced drunk so he wouldn't have to endure the nightmares of Ms. King's touch on his skin, her body on top of his.
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Short Story"Boys can't get raped." "Boys can't cry." Some people just don't know. [ 2017 ]
