||My sister's boyfriend||

Chapter 1

I can't take it much any longer.. I have to see him. I have too see his body. I need him. I need to touch him, look in his eyes when he moans my name. Kiss him everywhere. It's fucking killing me that I can't get to him fast enough. I'm almost to his house, he won't be expecting any of it. I'm not even sure if he likes me. But I don't care, I can't take it anymore. I need to complete the desire I've had for 3 years. Fuck I'm already getting hard thinking about him unclothed. I'm so close.. 2 more minutes. And I should be there

...

I knock on the door impatiently, waiting for an answer. I sit at the door for 20 seconds, and it pops open. The first sight is the guy of my dreams, but instead of his clean, flawless, glossy skin, it's has cuts, right under the palm of his hands. He's been cutting? I look up at his eyes and make eye contact. Tears are forming in his eyes and I can't help but do the same. I began pulling him into a comforting hug, letting him know everything will be okay. And he accepts it, tears pouring out of his eyes in seconds. They land on my white shirt but I don't care. I can't help but pull him closer.

                "Lucas..." I say, and he starts balling his eyes out even more. What the hell happened to him? Why have I never noticed?

                "Alex.. please, help me." He says with breathes in between, shaking. Although he's crying, I can tell that was a shake of fear.

               "My... d-dad." His voice croaks. What'd that bastard do to him?

              "Shh.. I'm here now." I pull away from the hug, unwillingly. I look into his eyes and give him a comforting look. "Now tell me. What'd did you father do?"

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3 years before

        

               "Alexander! Get down here right now." Ugh, I can't wait for the next 2 months. I'll finally be out of this place and have my freedom.

                I get dressed in grey sweats and an orange sweat shirt. It's recently been really cold. And that never happens in California. I take a look at my self in the mirror. I look okay.. I guess. My hair wouldn't mind a little touching up though.

             "Alexander Pentolten!". Her words soon cut off my thoughts. I forget about my hair and rush down the stairs. I get prepared for any yelling that may come from my mom or sister.

          "Sorry mom. I'm ready." I see my sister is sitting at the table, almost finished with her breakfast. I'm not hungry right now. But I know my hunger will grow soon, so I some snacks and take my leave out of the house.

...

As I begin opening the car door, a pack of students walk right past my car. Almost being hit with the door. One of them stops and glares at me. I stick my middle finger up at them. He starts walking with his group of friends again and I finally get out of the car.

Today's going to be a long day.. I'm already annoyed by other people and the day hasn't even begun. But in my defense, I didn't really begin the pettiness, I just ended it.

I start walking, not even noticing my surroundings as I once did when I first walked through these halls. Those days were the worst days of my life.