Ugly

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A/N: YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Have some Laurette.

 The fact of how cruel the world can be with things that are beautiful, This talks about and touches on issues of when something is more beautiful then others want it to be they will do everything they can to break that person and make them think they are ugly and some cases drive them to kill them selfs.

Hue hue Laf is a sugar daddy and John is a high school senior student. 

Enjoy!

Lafayette's P.O.V

The day was going smoothly until John came home crying. "Baby boy, what is the matter?" I asked softly taking him into my arms. He didn't answer me. I took off his backpack and sat it by the door. I picked him and carried him to our bedroom, sitting him on the bed, I kneeled down to the crying boy. 

"Hun..." I brushed some of his tears away. "Tell me what happened...did someone bother you at school again?" He didn't say anything. I stood up pulling the smaller boy into my arms. 

"You said they made fun of your body, humiliation in your eyes when you told me. Well, I'm gonna find them, don't you worry...I'll make sure they're really fucking sorry." 

"You said you're embarrassed, of your body. You told me you think you're really ugly... Well, my love, I know you don't see what I see." I pulled him closer to me. "Anything that is beautiful people want to break. And you are beautiful I'm afraid." 

"You said you're ashamed of your body, you'd rather die than show me but I would love you in any form you take. You said that they say you're disgusting. That they told you, you were fat and unworthy. Well, my love, I hope you trust me...When I say you have a perfect body" He clung to me shaking, I stroke his head softly remembering everything he told me.

"Anything that is beautiful people want to break and you are beautiful I'm afraid..." I picked him and lied him on the bed lying down beside him. I caressed his cheek staring at him softly. "John, look at me." He opened his green eyes, still glossy with tears, I kissed his cheeks. 

"Your beautiful sweetheart, I hope you know that," I whispered softly.

He scooted closer to me burying his face in my chest. I sighed kissing his head staring off thinking how  can make him feel beautiful.

A/N: I wanna make this into a book.

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