"Ready?" Owen's raspy voice rang inside Joseph's ear.
"I can't do this."
"Hey! Hey yes, you can. Just trust me on this alright? I promise everything will be alright. If anyone even tries to lend a hand on you they won't know what to expect next." Owen runs his hand down Joseph's jaw.
"Alright...Ok.. Let's do this."
"That's the spirit! Let's get this over and done with."
Curious pairs of eyes were locked on theirs as they drifted into the cramped hallway, hands molded together as if they were made to be, well that was what Joseph had thought...
Joseph:
I was smiling ear to ear, doing my best to appear confident.
Looking over to my right I see the most beautiful dimples I've ever caught sight of. They light up his entire face as he glances at me while we walk down the silent crowded hallway. People were whispering to each other, their eyes wide full of confusion and disgust.
But the only person I was paying attention to was him. My stomach fluttered with a million butterflies, as he squeezed my sweaty hand with his cool one.
I was scared. Scared of what people would think. But he made me feel safe....loved...and I trust him.
I had never been in an intimate relationship as much as this one. But it thrilled me. The feeling of showing love and lust excited me, making me beg for more. I felt special for once. Never in my childhood have I felt loved.
My mother never showed love towards me but to different men who would stay over a couple of nights doing god knows what. But I wouldn't care anyway.
I had never gotten to meet my father. He left after finding out I was born as my mother had said.
I wasn't sad or deeply affected as I had never seen him. But knowing that there was someone out there who was related to me.
I was determined to find who was my father.
Hi!!1!111!! I'm so sorry this chapter is so short. Just a little disclaimer that this book's chapters won't be long. (Around 400- 1,000 words).
Hope you like it. I'm sorry if you dont.. this is my first time
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I'm Your Puppet
Teen FictionONGOING *Based on Tyler The Creator's Igor* "Exactly what you run from, you end up chasing" He was obsessed. He didn't care if it was toxic, he had to get what he wanted...no...needed