POV: Anthony's
today is my birthday. I saw no presents.
"mom, where's my presents?". I asked.
"they're where u were last year" she said with tears in her eyes. I can't believe this bitch is still crying.
I opened my stuff and saw kitchen shit and clothes. wow. they clearly want me to grow up like them and become a fully grown adult.
I wasn't mad or anything, just wished I had something better. no words were said after my mom cried. that typical bitch cries over everything. my dad looks so disappointed in me but i give no fucks.
I texted Michael saying my parents are shipping me to therapy. he texted me to meet him at room 45 at the hotel. I went there with him.
"babe, I'm scared. I don't wanna go to therapy." I told him and kissed him.
"It's okay, you can skip it and come to me" he said and kissed back.
we made out for an hour again and this time it got steamy. we made out for another hour then fucked. he gave me a hickey. I loved this boy.
"what if I can't skip therapy babe?" I asked, knowing damn well my parents would make sure I'm there and not skipping.
"I'll be waiting for you afterwards to make you feel more gay than they are trying to make you straight. I'll kiss you in front of your parents and we can run away together." he suggested.
"yes we can." I kissed him again and we cuddled n fell asleep until tomorrow. I woke him up with kisses, and we held each other. I left to go to my therapy session. I hate my parents. I wish they'd fucking leave my life for good.
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