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his revenge

he stole his mother's jeans; yes his mother's jeans, and he didn't care. 
he rolled them up at the ankles, and cinched the waist with his black leather belt.
he put on his favorite soft pink t shirt and smiled into the mirror a wicked smile.
one last swipe of cherry lip balm and he was ready.

he was no longer the weak gay stupid boy 
he was tall and strong with a cigarette to his lips and anger in his eyes
he seduced men and lured in women 
he was armed with a knife and he was going to kill.

dedicated to gzababany14 for being so amazingly awesome. ily.