Hunter's Obsession {EDITING}

The Plan

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Song: Good Girls vs. Bad Girls by Trey Songz

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IT IS IN YOUR MOMENTS OF DECISION THAT YOUR DESTINY IS SHAPED

-TONY ROBBINS
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When I was around thirteen or fourteen, I thought girls were the key to living. Back then I had just started High school and had made my mark in school immediately. I was like the Savior for the girls, meaning, you couldn’t hurt a girl when I was around.

I didn't care about who was right or wrong; if you hit or even bullied a girl, I'd come for you and fuck your face up. 

Back then I thought girls were sweet and nice, caring and loving, honest and amazing. I thought all girls were the epitome of good. I used to love having sex with sexy and beautiful girls in my school.

If I could have fucked them all day, every day I would have done so. I was naïve back then and then I witnessed things that I should have not seen and became the quiet and observant Hunter. 

One day in the canteen, I sat down and watched the usual fake girls that I fucked bully the innocent, weak girls. I listened to how they judged the girls, I watched as they ruined the girls’ clothes with food and lowered their self esteems.

Ever since then, I've realized that not every girl was who you thought they were. The girls I thought were good — both in and out of bed — were wolves in sheep clothing. They only pretended to be nice with a certain family member or someone who they liked. 

As I grew older, my high school evolved in both good and bad ways. Boys and girls were being bullied by either boys or girls. I could not stand the sight of a guy bullying a girl, or a girl bullying a guy, but because of what I've seen with the girls, I pretended to not see them.

But when I bumped into a victim of bullying and watch them cower away from me, I saw the horror and the pain. I saw how they have adapted to being hit, spat on and it pained my heart sometimes to know that I could have prevented that from happening but because I held strong to the fact that girls were two-faced bitches, I became numb to the sight.

I still despised bullies though. Don't get me wrong, I was a bully too but I only bullied who deserved to be bullied; I bullied the bullies. But that didnt make me any different, did it? 

I watched the popular girls I used to fuck — and still do once in a while — as they became fake and slutty.  How do they wear such, short revealing clothes?