Grayson's P.O.V
I'm fucking done. No one cares. No one knows what it's like to live my life. To get bullied everyday, to get called so much cruel names just for being the way I am. Not even my own flesh and blood cares. Guess what? My own fucking brother bullies me for being gay.
God how much I hate that word. It places people in one category that most people hate on. Why do I have to be labeled just for being the way I am.
Ethan and I used to have this great relationship that I loved so dearly. We used to have each other's backs no matter what. He used to care about me.
Feelings changed that.
The way he used to place his hand on my shoulder to show that he's there for me no matter what. The way he would wrap his arms around me to comfort me when the times got too tough for me to handle. The way he would look me in the eyes and tell me everything's going to be ok.
Lies.
All fucking lies. It was never ok.
He knew that. He just wanted me to 'feel better'. He failed.
"You disgusting fag." He'd spit at me. "Go fucking die already. No one fucking loves you." He'd add.
I cry myself to sleep knowing if I cut myself in the right place, I'd die. I wouldn't have to feel this pain anymore. I'd be happy. That's something I haven't felt in a long time.
Bruises on my stomach from where I've beat myself. Scars on my wrist, thighs, and chest from where I've cut myself. Burns everywhere from where I've burned myself.
The sounds of their moans, the sound of skin meeting, the sound of her moaning his name. He fucking broke me. Some of the scars plastered onto my body aren't from me. He's the cause. He's the cause of my daily tears, having nothing to throw up because there's nothing in my system.
Incest is not ok. I'd try to tell myself but even after all the things Ethan's done to me, nothing can stop me from loving him.
It's just impossible.
He may have broke me but I'm still in love with him.
Bye.
Ethan's P.O.V
His eyes. Something that only shows hurt.
Incest is not ok.
His smile. Something I haven't seen in a while.
Incest is not ok.
His hair. Something that's always messy.
Incest. Is. Not. Ok.
But I just can't help myself. I've lied to him far too many times. I've tried convincing myself that I don't have the slightest feelings for him but I do and I just can't help myself.
He's too perfect. Well, was perfect. I ruined him, broke him. He's not Grayson.
But I can't say anything, I'm not Ethan as well.
As she moans my name, I imagine Grayson's deep, mesmerizing voice. As she's tugging on my hair, I imagine Grayson's soft, strong hands.
It's always been Grayson.
But it's too late now.
I broke him.
Bye.
Sorry I left this on a sad note. Bye
