THIS book has been changed, if you were reading it before I'm sorry but honestly I didn't like it. The story line is still similar i just have.. well made it better. But again i apologise for taking it down, but it seriously needed work. Okay, lets continue! Obviously, as stated in the book's description this is a MATURE story. There will be violence and probably offending words in this story. If you can't handle the content than just don't read it. That's as simple as it gets guys, just stop reading. If you are going to complain than I won't have it. Not to put it bluntly or anything, but chapters will contain sex, violence, a small fraction of bdsm and abuse. Yes, abuse is a very sensitive topic and I know it is a hard limit for people, trust me i know. But this is my story and I'm not going to sugarcoat abuse, it is a raw and intimate subject within society and I'm going to depict it that way. So please, hold your hate because I'm not going to care about it. It is not my responsibility if you want to read this story, I simply write the chapters. I'm not your parents/caregiver so I don't give permission. DO NOT i repeat DO NOT give me a hard time if you think chapters are offensive/sexual. This is exactly why I'm writing this right now. BEFORE the story begins.
Now, this story is mine. All ideas are mine. I don't sit here for hours and write for people to come and copy my exact work. If however, you have any suggestions just leave a comment or inbox and I will happily read it. If I do like it than i will more than gladly mention you for providing me with your idea.
If i have offended you, than please note that I don't care. I just really want to write a book. Of course everyone is entitled to their opinion, I'm not that much of a bitch okay? But if you want to express it and complain even though i have specifically stated the content of this book, than you're going to look pretty stupid. (NO OFFENCE.... well maybe a little offence) HOWEVER if your opinion does not relate to the specific information above, than by all means, share it. Comment on chapters or give me an inbox :) I appreciate every one of you for reading this and any support would mean alot to me. Thanks guys! And enjoy. -Semimexican xoxo
P.s. If you want to read all the chapters, im sorry but you will have to follow me and add this book to your library - don't add it than follow me because it wont work. If you add it first, just re-add the book to your library again once you follow me. It's just how wattpad works, I apologise for the inconvenience.
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It was a man. A man with long brown hair and deep brown eyes which resemble a baby deer. His skin was smooth, I know because I have felt it. The colour reminded me of warm caramel in a jar; his smell was a mix of cinnamon and jasmine body wash. An intoxicating mix that left my nose to burn in a delicious type of way. I remember the burning lights, the harsh breaths and the pain searing through my knuckles as I hit a punching bag. The firm, plastic material smacked against my closed fists as I kept a constant rhythm.
Smack, breathe, smack, breathe.
I endured pain, my hands were naked; no gloves protected them. It was exhilarating and reminded me that I'm still alive. The skin on my knuckles were cracking, I remember blood - crimson red smearing across the punching bag. My heart was pounding in my chest, it was getting harder to breathe but I didn't stop - I didn't want to. I knew the gym was empty, I was alone and unsupervised. A perfect opportunity to lose control and push my boundaries. No implications, no concerned bystanders and certainly no overbearing fathers. I think that was why I was so angry, I had a fight with my father about something. An argument about a party. I can't exactly remember all of it but I know it was meant to be one of the biggest parties' of the year. Micheal Horan was hosting it, a major douche' but a party animal no less. He went to my school and was popular for his parties and ability to jump off rooftops when drunk. I don't want to imagine what else that kid can do while under the influence of alcohol.
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