Unique (boy x boy)

chapter 7

Ren's pro

I can't help but let the tears roll down my face. I'm hurt and scared just like almost every night. I don't understand why I'm not used to it yet. Those three guys where way bigger then me but that's not something that's uncommon. But Right now I am still in the basement to hurt to move. But lets look on the bright side the guys are gone.

"Baby you did well tonight, but when do I get my turn?"

I stayed quiet and pretend like I'm sleeping. I really hope this works because I don't want to go through all of that again.

"Did you not hear me?!"

He walks up to me and I can smell the alcohol on him which makes my stomach turn.

"Looks like you feel asleep before I got my turn. But do you really think that is going to help you"

His foot crashed into my side witch hit my ribs too. I yelped out of pain.

"Now that you decided to get up do I get my turn now?"

I looked up at the man that sickened me the most and smiles up at him weakly

"Y-y-yes s-"

"Stop stuttering you ungrateful little whore!"

I flinch back as he rises a hand to hit men but was shocked to see he start to laugh

"Haha I can't believe you have the nerve to back away from me"

His hand then slapped me a crossed the face. Witch most of the time he tries to avoid for many reasons.

1) He don't want anyone suspicious

2) No one pays as much for a bruised up person because they want them perfected at lest that's what uncle Trevor tells me

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I don't remember when but I must have blacked out because I woke up to the wonderful beeping of my alarm clock. I don't even remember going to my room just wonderful! Another day of crap. There has to be a good way that will work to get out of this constant hell that I live every day and night. I grabbed my clothes and headed to the bathroom for a shower. When I got to the bathroom I started look for one of my favorite things that keep me sane. my razor blade. Where the hell did I put that stupid thing? Ah found it. Why the hell would I put it behind my straightener?! I shook all the thoughts out of my head and pressed it hard against my skin and started my master piece on my arms, legs and stomach. I feel like I just can't get enough of it but I have to stop. I still got school so I have to clean up the mess I made and get ready. And that is what I did and ran out the door looking decent in my rancid sweatshirt and black skinny jeans and to top it off knee high combat boots.

"Hey!"

Oh god just my luck

"I don't understand why you won't talk to me"

he had this confused look on his face and was tugging on the back of my shirt. Sweet lord baby Jesus why does he have to be soooo cute! I look over my shoulder and glare at him and try to shake him off not wanting him to know what I was thinking.

"I am sorry I walked away like that, I should have helped you didn't do anything wrong an-"

"I-I-I-i-it's o-o-"

I stopped trying hard not to stutter. I took a deep breath.

"i-i-its o-ok."