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Trigger warning: rape

Josh was never good at school.

He mostly didn't even try, but sometimes, he'd really sit over the book for twelve hours he was supposed to be sleeping. It didn't help though.

He'd still have straight Fs and his mother would still slap him every time he'd get home from school.

After trying to pass the junior year for the third time in his life, Josh gave up. He got up and flipped off his Maths teacher, the class gasping and applauding as he exited the classroom.

He was a misfit between those students; he could never make friends with them. Which wasn't much of a surprise, knowing he was two years older than the rest of juniors.

He had no friends in particular. Everybody his age forgot about him. They didn't even let him enter the city skate park.

He locked himself in his dark room; the only source of light being the little lamp over his desk. If he hadn't broken the blinds three months ago, daylight would be coming in through the window.

He mother made it clear she was not gonna give the money for Josh to get his sleeve tattoo finished. He was gonna be stuck with a halfway done tattoo. Great.

Josh pulled at his curly, pink hair. That's gonna fade away and look bad as well. He had no money to get that re-dyed.

He knew he was definitely not gonna get a job because he didn't finish high school.

He walked out of the apartment, ignoring his Mom's shouting, grabbing his skateboard and found himself in the middle of the street.

The Duns lived in town's center. It was always noisy due to the many cars passing by.

Josh walked down the street, lighting the cigarette that hung on his lips.

He took a drag, taking the cigarette out to exhale. He inhaled the smoke again through his nose, adoring the smell he was so addicted to.

He let the skateboard fall from his arm to the floor and jumped onto hit. He pushed against the asphalt and gained speed. Many cars honked as he skated between them; two cars even crashed trying to avoid hitting the boy.

Josh found himself in the town's park. He slowed down.

There were many kids playing, dogs, parents, couples, weird ass hippy chicks...

Josh didn't have to fit in here. This was a place for anybody.

He sat down on a bench, finishing his cigarette and lighting another one. He swung his feet left and right as they rested on the old skateboard.

He asked his family to buy him a new skateboard but they said they'd do that only when he gets his grades up. Meaning, Josh never got a new skateboard.

"Stop it Donny!"

Josh just heard the most beautiful voice in his life. He searched for its owner. Maybe he won't have money in his life, but at least love? Please?

He soon found a boy in a pink skirt, pulling the leash of his small brown dog. The dog was long and had tiny feet; Josh didn't know which breed it was but it looked like a hot-dog.

But, hold on a second.

A boy?!

Josh fell for the voice of a boy?!

Oh, Josh was furious.

Even worse, the boy was wearing a goddamn skirt. And had a chick dog.

The boy crouched down to pet his dog's head and give him a cookie.

Josh melted when the sun rays fell all over the boy's face and he looked like an angel, he looked like an invitation to heaven, he looked like happiness, he looked like a butterfly, he looked perfect, he looked beautiful, he looked gorgeous, he looked pretty, he looked soft, he looked cuddly, he looked sweet, he looked smol, he looked like love.

No! Josh was not gonna be another disgusting gay. Josh was human.

Josh spat on the ground, angry at what this boy was doing to him.

All of a sudden, a very tall man approached the boy and leaned down to kiss him.

Josh was red in anger and jealousy.

Who is this man and how dare he touch, kiss, Josh's boy?!

The seemingly happy couple walked off with their small dog.

Josh was not just gonna sir calmly and watch. No. Josh was gonna get his revenge.

He followed the couple discretely as they made their way to their house.

They didn't live far from the center.

Josh waited for the dark to come.

He noticed the taller man had left the house and the boy shed a tear as he left.

When Josh checked his phone, it was 11pm and he decided it was a good time to chime in.

He rang the doorbell and hear barks from the other side of the door. If he wasn't aware of the dog's size, the barks would scare him.

"Hello?" the pretty boy opened the door, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

Josh smirked and pushed the boy inside, making the boy scream.

Josh didn't bother finding the bedroom, he'll do it on the living room sofa.

The boy screamed and called for help as Josh unbuckled his belt and began to take his baggy jeans off.

Josh pulled down the boy's skirt and his pink, lace panties. He positioned the poor boy and thrusted into his ass.

The boy screamed in pain, in terror. He cried and yelled. And Josh didn't care on bit.

The boy gave all his strength into reaching his purse that lied on the coffee table.

Josh's thrusts were rough and painful. The room echoed with skin splashing against skin almost louder than the screams coming out of the boy's mouth.

When he did manage to grab his purse, he took out a small gun, pointed it to Josh's chest and-

BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM

Josh collapsed onto the boy and the boy continued to cry as fear still held him in its grasp.

The boy slid away from his position under Josh. The sofa was bloodied; from both his and Josh's blood. He was in major pain, but managed to somehow dial his boyfren's number.

"Baby, what's wrong?" the voice asked worriedly from the other side when hearing pained sobs.

"A-A man c-c-came by a-and, Dallon, h-he r-r-r-r-raped me" the boy cried.

Dallon gasped "Tyler, baby, I'll be right over! Shhh, honey it'll be alright, I promise"

Tyler hung up and proceeded to cry.

...

Soon, Tyler broke up with Dallon. He got rid of his feminine clothes. He changed his attitude. His psychologist diagnosed him with depression and schizophrenia. He later on married a girl that saved him from suicide. Her name was Jenna Black. She made him happy again.