COMPLETED AND BEING EDITED He pressed me against the wall. His plump pink lips trailed down my jaw line and his teeth grazed along my neck. "Say it." He hissed. "I-I'm yours."
I was broken, I was tired. He was happy, He was pure. We fell in love, We broke apart. I moved on. He fell apart. That December I mended his heart. I learned that cold winters day, that even if everything feels hopeless, you'll always find a way. That December, we were each others firsts, and each others lasts.
Cory has good grades, good personality, good attitude, good everything except a good life. Always bullied, always abused, always alone. In the world he lives in he has no one to turn to except the man that speaks to him. Little does he know what this man is capable of.