River kissed his parents on the cheek, leaving them in the living room asking him why he stopped talking all of a sudden. They recently have been entering his room and just sitting with him, begging him to talk to them.
When all of that was over, he'd take a steaming hot shower and wash his skin raw. Then River would chug his stash of alcohol, sobbing silently for all the pleasure he was forced to give Ms. King. She just wouldn't let him go.
He couldn't let go of the nightmares either.
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Good Boys
Short Story"Boys can't get raped." "Boys can't cry." Some people just don't know. [ 2017 ]
