I was hiding out at a hotel in London, one I definitely could not afford. I would've done anything to get away from
my parents, though. They forced me to go a stupid speech therapy class every Friday, convinced they could make me talk. But I would never talk again. Not after what I had seen. I would keep my thoughts and my words to myself for the rest of eternity. Seeing your dad fucking a hooker in the living room at 8 years old changes a kid. Knowing your mom Karen won't leave him in fear of breaking up the family makes it even worse. Never being able to tell the secret kills you.
The day I held that elevator door open, everything flipped upside down. The tall, blonde, ocean-eyed stranger had a certain dark aura surrounding him, but I was captivated. I wanted to know more. Why were his hands in his pockets? Did they smell? Did he even have hands? I didn't know, but I was determined to find out
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Teen Fictionmichael nodded his head to the music playing in his ears as he walked down the lonely, vacant streets of london. he kept quiet even as he walked into the lobby of the hotel he was staying at and the new bellboy greeted him. michael only gave a nod t...
