Living an Odd Life

Living an Odd Life

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, May 1, 2017
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[Custom Cover Coming Soon] For as long as Tyler could remember, his family referred to him as an odd child. He would rather be alone than play with other children. He would rather play with girls' toys than his own, leading to many undeserved beatings from a strict father. He also enjoyed dressing in girls' clothing every now and again, and would often steal his sisters' clothes and makeup. At the age of fourteen, Tyler came out to is family as gay. Instantly, he was kicked out of his one and only home. So, at the age of fourteen, Tyler was forced to move in with a neighbor. The neighbor was a twenty-two year old, single basketball star at the local university. He cared for Tyler dearly, and over the next four years, Tyler fell madly in love with the older man. Now at ages 18 and 26, this story follows their budding romance. How will Tyler's odd life turn out?
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Once Caleb reached the bottom of the stairs he quietly opened the door and tiredly switched on the light "Jayden it isn't morning yet buddy you need to-" he froze in place staring at a man he didn't know standing in his living room. The man stared back at him like a deer in the headlights, he looked a few years older than Caleb, had stubble growing around his face, dark brown greasy hair that wasn't styled in any particular way and was wearing full black aside from the muddy navy blue trainers he was sporting. "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?" Caleb demanded in a hushed whisper, he also noticed the black backpack the stranger was carrying and the open living room window he'd clearly used to gain entry, the vase that was previously rested on the windowsill lay in pieces on the ground, that must've been the crash that had awoken Caleb from his tranquil slumber. "Just a passerby, no one much" the strange man whispered back an air of mystery hanging about his every word. "Inside my living room?" Caleb replied folding his arms and sizing the man up, after his beating earlier in the evening he wasn't exactly fighting fit, the intruder was also taller and muscly, there's no way Caleb would win if it came to a fight. "Consider me Santa Claus alright? Now go back to bed kid" the man answered calmly pointing at the door as if Caleb was a child. "I'm not a little kid anymore, I'm 18. Santa isn't real" Caleb responded harshly taking a step forward, the man noticeably took a step towards the window eyeing Caleb up with a smirk. TWs (these will not be appearing at the top of chapters so take this as your final warning) Abuse Self Harm Smut Rape Homophobia Themes of Suicide Murder Mentions of Disordered Eating This story is not promoting, encouraging, romanticising or glorifying topics such as suicide, self harm, disordered eating, sexual abuse/misconduct, it is just showing what the affects of it can be like especially for LGBT+ young people.

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