Simmons - Jackson Fantasies

Old Wounds Never Heal (Trevor) || Part 1

"No one will ever want you!"
"You ugly fat bitch!"
"If your parents didn't want you, what makes you think some guy will?"
"Why is he even your friend?"
"Why would anyone ever wanna be friends with you?"
"You're gonna die a virgin."
"Why are you still here? Just die!"

I laid in my bed & cried as all the hurtful things people had said to me over the years repeated in my head. I was only a month old when my parents gave me up. I still have the note my mom left with me.

" I will always love you, my angel. Daddy & I will come back for you, I promise you. We'll never stop thinking about you.
Love Mommy ❤️ "

If they loved me so much, why did they give me up?

"Time to get ready for school, Y/n!!" My foster mother, Luanne called. Most of us just call her Luna. I sighed & got up to get dressed.

"Going to school just to get picked on.....SUPER!" I yelled sarcastically. I put on some ripped jeans & my foster brothers hoodie. He gave it to me one day after some popular girls stole my clothes out of my gym locker & burned them.

"Sup lil shawty...." I looked up to my bestfriend, Trevor Jackson. I think it's cool that we're friends, because we have the same last name. Honestly, I think that's what drew us to becoming friends......but there's only one problem. He's popular.

"And what is Mr. Popular doing on my doorstep?" I folded my arms as he put his arm around my shoulder.

"You know Ion care bout that shit..." He told me. "Just cause I look good, I gotta be popular?" I shrugged. "They just be riding my dick so hard cause I got money." I laughed hysterically.

"True!" I agreed. "But they still like you."

"Don't mean I like them..." He shrugged, then we walked on to school.