soft boy

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inabber:
jmes
can we takk
pleae anwer me
llesd
she swont lesve me alond
thoight ibcould handks it
bjt ever sjcbe he left shes been hfofjbe
it hrts
im so dcsred
plese she's comjf helpmem

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His door slammed open, alarming the boy to reel backwards. He threw his phone onto the ground behind him. Pulling his arms above his head, he backed up against his wall. She glared at him, grabbing him by his throat before slamming him onto the ground.

"I fucking hate you!" She shouted, her drunken state slurring her words. He whimpered, curling into a ball on the floor, making himself as small as possible.

"He fucking left me for a new slag and it's all your fucking fault!" She spat as she kicked him in the back.

Fraser remained silent, clutching his arms over his head in a weak attempt to defend himself. She grabbed him by his hair, pulling him up furiously. She leaned close to his face.

"I sometimes wish you'd never been fucking born."

With that, she slammed his head against his wall, knocking him unconscious as she continued to hit blow after blow against his weak, defenceless and unconscious body.

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jamesmarriottig:
why should i care
this is all for attention anyway
besides
you're too clingy
find someone else to care because i certainly don't.
sometimes I just wished you fucking died so that i wouldn't have to pretend to give a fuck about what happened to you
you're a dirty fucking slut after all.
it's what you deserve.

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Shivering, Fraser managed to round himself to consciousness a few minutes after she left. He heaved his body up from the floor, staying sat down as he leaned against his wall. He slowly picked up his shattered phone from beside him. Lazily, he scrolled through his messages, tears welling up in his eyes at James response.

Wasn't James meant to love him? Didn't James care about him? Why did Fraser still value his damn opinion so much?

Picking himself up off the floor, he leaned heavily onto his wall, wincing. He limped to his bathroom, sluggishly pushing the door shut as he slumped back onto the floor, curling his knees up as he began to sob.

No one ever really did love him, did they? After all, he was just some stupid slut...

Right?