You cry I'M SORRY IT HAD TO BE DONE!

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Dahvie: Your parents found you working at Hot Topic. They pulled you out the store and your mom pulled you into the bathroom. She hit you and called you names. You called in saying you threw up in the toilet. You tried home with your mom and dad hot on your trail. You made sharp turns and ended up going to the BOTDF house. You quickly opened the door and ran into the living room crying. Your mom and dad banding on the door. Jayy saw you and opened the door. "Is this your fuck toy? I gave life to a bastard like you!" Your mom yelled. You started crying. Dajvie heard that and ran to the door. "Another fuck toy? Wow! Your such a slut!" Your dad yelled. "Why don't you fuck off? She doesn't deserve to have you as parents! She made it out living in your house perfectly fine! Bith of us aren't her fuck toys! So shut the fuck up and get the fuck off my property before I call the police!" Dahvie yelled. Dahvie ran to you and hugged you. Dahvie picked you up and put you in his bedroom. You heard yelling outside and quickly wrapped your self in Dahvie's blankets. Dahvie came back and cuddled with you. Shushing you to not cry. Saying you'll be okay.

Jayy: You were walking to your car from school. (Pretend your in college.) A group of preps and populars came up to you and started laughing. You ignored it and continued. One of the girls grabbed you by your hair and slammed you down to the ground. They all started kicking you and hitting you. You curled into a ball and pretended to pass out. They stoped an hour later and walked away. You crawled to grab your books and bag and limped to your car. You couldn't drive because you were to heavily bruised and bleeding. You called Jayy to pick you up. He agreed and you started crying. Dahvie dropped him off, Dahvie was going to a party with his girlfriend. Jayy saw you crying in your car and ran to you. He opened the car door and oicked you up and holding you. "What's wrong?" Jayy then realized that you were hurt. He drove you back to the BOTDF house. He tended your wounds and calmed you down.

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