3 years ago, my Step Dad adopted a son. His name was Hunter. For 13 years of his life, Hunter was neglected and abused by his parents. Beaten and raped, Hunter knew nothing good of the world. His Father eventually became a socio-path and shot the Mother. But as he was about to kill Hunter, Police arrived. The Dad shot himself instead. Hunter is now 16 and has been living in my family for 3 years. It's an understatement to say that we don't get along. Hunter is just angry at the world. He drinks and smokes and swears and fights. He kicks me and punches me simply because he's scared. He pushes everyone away. He has flashbacks and nightmares and can't seem to take anymore. Though I know he has reasons for being such an inconsiderate asshole, I still hate him. Our family has now moved to Cyprus. We're only staying for a while, so we just got a small appartment. Bad part about that? It's got 2 rooms. Me and Hunter have to share. At first I hate it. But then over the weeks, I begin to see how broken Hunter Storm really is. He's not just a dick, he's scared. And I'm slowly starting to comfort him through his troubles. We're getting somewhere, but then the worst possible thing happens. But strangley, it's bringing us closer. He's sleeping in my bed, he's crying to me, he's holding my hand. I'm holding him at night, I'm wearing his hoodies, I'm smiling at his touch. Before I even realize it, I'm in love. { Strong Language Throughout! Includes Physical/Sexual Abuse Scenes & Sex Please Don't Read If Bad Language Makes You Cry. But If You Like Hot Emo Boys With Lip Rings, Read Ahead ^.^ }

I lay there.. thinking. What if I didn't agree to go with Chris to that party? What if I never got drunk? I wouldn't have ever felt his warm lips on mine. His hands in my hair. His lips speaking words of comfort in my ears. I lied when I said I never wanted to have a boyfriend. I lied when I said I never wanted to love him. Too many lies.. The question was.. what will happen in the end? Will I lay here.. in fatal position, crying my heart out? Or what? I silently prayed to whatever was out there.. to never let anything happen to him.. never. Let him be. Let him stand next to me, our hands intertwined. Oh, how I longed to tell him just one final time that I loved him. One final time.. to feel his hands caressing my cheek. But for now, all I can do is hope. - Isis Fox, Hug An Emo. They'll Love You For it by Rosalie_oqbi.