Dear boyfriend,
I went home.
And cried. Like a little baby.
When you said that to me, I was quite literally scared to near death. I couldn't even process words. All I could do, was turn and walk out with my mouth wide open.
It finally hit me when I saw my front door.
He was going to get hurt.
You were going to hurt him.
You were going to get hurt.
He was going to hurt you.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Boyfriend,
Short Story***COMPLETED*** A story of a girl who was once bullied, and writes letter to her boyfriend, but never sends them. Or does she?
