---{•}---Tyler's pov
I HATED this feeling, i feel worthless and i just ran to a random house and cried into a strangers shoulder. "Shhh" he cooed "just tell me when your ready". I let out a nervous smile and quietly explained what was going on. "M-my dad c-came home from work e-early and told me I-I looked like a s-slut" I choked out and he nodded "anything else?" I nodded "He said y-you know w-what they d-do to sluts right and d-did awful, painful things". At this point we were both crying and he was holding me. He smelled nice and the small patter of his heart was comforting, I felt as if I could melt into him. Then, out of nowhere, A tall woman walked through the door and let out a small, But noticeable, gasp. "U-Um h-hi"
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Sorry for the short chapters, Our cross country team is having its championship soon so I need to get as much practice and sleep as I can which has unfortunately takes a toll on my writing, anyway I love you guys ||-// stay alive
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FanfictionTyler, a pastel basketball player who admires the smallest things, he could never hurt a fly, but it's always the people who are hurting the most that don't want others to feel pain. And Josh, a punk boy who spends countless hours thinking about the...
