Can't Help Falling In Love With You (BxB)

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Day, meaningful and useful words. If I use that, maybe I can create a ten-thousand words essay. Brion did gave what I wanted, I asked for money, he gave it.

And every time I wanted something, just seduce him, he can give you that. But never in days I asked my self 'where'd those money came from?' "Brion. I'm heading home now." I said out loud.

But he never came into a response. I sigh and just walk out without even looking back at his car. Maybe he doesn't like my service?

Well, I don't care. We just exchanged what we wanted and if he doesn't like it? He shouldn't be, I'm the most handsome student in St. Francesca Institute of Technology.

I came home real quick with a new status in life called; Hashtag not broken for one week again. I smile proudly as if I just won a jackpot, "What's that smile?" Idiot.

"Oh my god, for once, can you be at least two meters far away while talking with me, David?" I jerk warily then huff after anticipating that he might going to shook me with ruling words again. "What do you want?"

"That man or your slut girlfriends are nothing to my sex experience. Why do you keep flirting with a lot of persons by the way?" David fumed into perplexity, as I gave him a dissatisfaction glare. Or disgusted rather.

I always lied to myself, I just can't accept the fact that we're just living on a rented cabin... Even if it's mentally, I kept denying myself. I pretended being clueless about everything. I used every ounce of my skills to  disclaim myself, and even I'm around with the closest friends of mine, I act superbly ordinary teenage student.

My job, my mother's job... We sucked everything up.

Three years later.

I was sixteen years old that time, hormonal, confused and probably broken. My records were bad too, I tried some illegal jobs, such as; being a drug runner, shoplifter, small time smuggler, and obviously I ended up selling myself. Not just once, but my title pushed up to the achievement of having a hundredth-ninety-two customer in age of eighteen.

My mom had a job, but care giving is not just enough for our daily needs and specially to our educational expenses, you can also add the teenage expenditures. We wanted to be spoil by Starbucks coffee, unlimited funds, and those popularity we breathed for.

Then for a moment, I realized that being like that is good... At least we still experienced childhood. Yet there's still a twin disadvantages we'll overcome. My brother, Layla, and my twin sisters; Zara and Zeidé set with concern on my heart.

I never saw life before, all I knew's tipsiness, lust and baneful devotions. But now that I know everything, I finally had the urge to stand with my mom.

We stood for each other in less than a year. But it's still not sufficient. Day by day, the twins grew with Layla and we both — mom knew that servicing on a low priority job was a doom.

She said, "Son, just continue your highschool. Even that... I still wanted to see my eldest child graduates with diploma." She sob helplessly.

Hereafter, my mind's started blowing. One of the reasons why I continued prostitution. Though at the end of the time, I don't just usually do it because I need money. But sex was always good, and it became one of my hobby.

Real sick.

After all, selling my body meant something entirely deafening, I hadn't tested for STD for once, and I'm afraid that might get one.

Then if I have one? Then what'll happen to my family? Mom's already old enough to stop working, and Layla's not stable for urgent jobs such as factory working and care giving because he has some morbid himself illness.