the king is dead

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"annie carolina knight! what the fuck is this!" dad yelled. fuck, what did he find? i ran to where he was, to see he was holding my binder. oh my god. no.

"what is this shit?! are you a fucking tranny?!" he yelled."w-what?" i stuttered out. "it's because of those fucking kids you hang out with! isn't it?!" he yelled. i stayed quiet, i didn't have anything to say. "answer me, fucking retard!" he said, and slapped my cheek. i didn't flinch, used to it.

"i ever catch you with those fags again, you'll get more than a slap on the cheek, you ungrateful, sinful, bastard. you're my biggest regret, fucker." my father said, slapped me and stormed out, throwing my binder into a trash can.

i started crying. i had nothing, no one.  my father would murder me if i so much thought about them.

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