Creeper -Grethan- (NOT on hold)

Two

WARNING; THIS CHAPTER SUCKS ASS.

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Small puffs escaped the pretty boy's lips. He wasn't strong, few boxes making it seem as if he carried large stones. 

He had finally arrived at his new home. It wasn't small, but it also wasn't as big as the mansion that was located right next to him. 

He saved up for years, wanting to finally get away from his abusive parents. Earning a full ride to a college nearby and getting a part time job as a psychologist, he figured that his life was set. He purposefully chose to live in a small town, far away from everyone and anyone he had ever met before. 

He was starting new.

Back in the state of Texas, not a lot of people accepted Grayson. Everyone laughed at him at school, threw a couple of punches here and there but that wasn't the worst of it. 

He used to live such a happy life, got everything he could have ever dreamed of. He lived with his parents, an only child and they both loved him dearly. That was until he came out...

You see, like many other people in Texas, his parents were homophobic. He never knew this, if he did he would have never shared out his secret. Life would have been great, but he ruined it and it haunted him until this very day. 

His parents were nice people, this was the only reason why the didn't kick Grayson out at the age of 13. His mother cried for days, his father stopped talking to him for months and he lost all of his friends throughout the years.

By the age of 15, things only got worse. His father started it, throwing the first punch when it was reported to him that he was caught kissing another boy on campus grounds. His mother slapped him in the face only once but soon enough, he earned one every. single. day. 

His daily beatings were the worst. He would get beaten, whether it was from his dad or some homophobic bullies at school. His body had grown used to it and his wounds would heal surprisingly quick. Despite this though, he would still cry every day and ask for mercy yet, it never came. He was waiting for this moment for so long, he knew he deserved it. He never believed the stupid bull shit coming from everyone's mouth, saying that being gay was a sin. Because it wasn't. How could love... be a sin? 

He found out he was gay at a really young age, only being seven years old and realizing he was different from most boys. He always had a best friend, him being 10 at the time. All the memories shared between them were fuzzy and he couldn't even remember his name. Some nights he would dream about him and he was sure that they were only previous memories. The older boy, from what he remembered, would care for him and treat him like a princess. He was his first crush and even though he seemed way too young, it felt as if he had fallen in love with that boy. Then it all changed once he left and never came back. 

He had worked hard, earning tons of money secretly and when the time came, he moved out. he left without a goodbye or even a letter because he knew they wouldn't care. 

So here he was now, wiping sweat of his brow while trying to catch his breath from trying to haul a couple dozen boxes from a big truck. He was happy though, nothing could ruin his day today. 

"Um, hey." Grayson jumped at the sudden voice, causing him to trip over a large box and fall backwards. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the impact but it never came. He ended up landing in muscular arms, earning a small chuckle from someone above him. He opened his shut eyes and was met with the most beautiful sight; A man. Said man had beautiful hazel eyes, dark hair and a defined jawline. He looked perfect, too good to be true. Realizing he had been staring far too long, Grayson blushed.

"Oh my goodness I'm so sorry!" He said while jumping out of the man's arms, apologizing profusely.

"Hey it's fine, my fault." The guy offered him a smile and a hand. "I'm Ethan by the way, from what it looks like, I think we're neighbors!" Grayson smiled and took his hand, shaking it and blushing again. 

"M-my names Grayson." He replied, stuttering as he did so. Ethan nodded and smiled, turning his attention to the boxes.

"Do you need any help?" He asked, knowing he really did. 

"Oh um... I don't want to take up your tim-" Grayson was cut off.

"Nah, I'm free the whole day actually. Maybe I could get to know you too. You know, since we're now neighbors." Ethan smiled cheekily as Grayson pondered the offer.

"Ok, I guess If it's alright with you." He said shyly. Ethan just nodded and smiled, starting off by taking the heavy box from Grayson's hands.

Ethan's POV

This is like 20 minutes earlier.

With one last final thrust, I came deep inside Leo. His hole was always so tight and it pleased me the most. I grunted as I removed my dick from inside him, not bothering to clean off the cum that was now running down his thighs. I spanked his ass, chuckling as I watched it jiggle, and pulled up my pants, taking a second to calm myself down. 

I walked out and away from the basement, stripping off my shirt and pants as I walked over to my bathroom. I opened the door and threw my clothes on the floor, taking off my boxers as well. Opening the shower curtain, I turned on the water and got in, closing my eyes as the warm water ran down my body. I sighed in satisfaction, giving a few moments to myself before I had to go out and ruin another boy's life. 

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I shivered as I stepped out my front door, the winter cold nipping at my exposed face and neck. It was only then that I noticed the most beautiful boy, my knew target? Who knows. 

I watched him carefully for a bit, watching as he struggled with boxes I could carry with one hand. He was very small and petite, he was curvy and he had feminine body. All I could think about was fucking him in that fat ass of his until he was dead, literally.

I walked over to him slowly, putting on the best fake smile I could muster. I took in a small breath, mentally preparing for the next few days to come.

"Um, hey." I said awkwardly, unintentionally startling the boy and making him jump. He fell backwards and before his butt met the cold, slippery floor, I caught him in my arms. It was pretty cliche and romantic and by the way the boy stared at me, a noticeable blush making him look like a tomato, I figured this would be easy. 

He was my new target and I couldn't wait to have some fun.

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Ok so um yeah. 

I might not update this book until a couple of days if what I'm going through right now gets solved.

If whatever I'm going through right now ends badly, I may not return to wattpad for a little while, sorry.

I just want to make sure I'm stable enough to finish my schoolwork while entertaining some of you guys.

I love you so much and remember, suicide never fixes problems, only creates more.

Bye my loves

-Sophie ❤️