A cutters habit

A cutters habit

  • WpView
    Membaca 2
  • WpVote
    Vote 0
  • WpPart
    Bab 1
WpMetadataReadBersambung8m
WpMetadataNoticePublikasi terakhir Sen, Jul 10, 2017
a boy named Fakir is teased. why? for being gay. he never told me for 4 years in till now. I was hopelessly in love waiting for all these years. hoping he might fall in love with me . I ended up falling apart when he died. it was probably cause I didn't approve.but only cause I loved him so much. and he lied and I felt betrayed by him. and I couldn't live with out him. it put me through so much pain . and him being in pain was even worse . he didn't tell any one in till he died . that he was gay. he didn't want to tell his mom . because she doesn't like gay people. I honestly love gay people. but tell me what I would have done if the love of ur life didn't know u loved him. but u didn't know he was gay. which in the end .....I wish he was still here.
Seluruh Hak Cipta Dilindungi Undang-Undang
Bergabunglah dengan komunitas bercerita terbesarDapatkan rekomendasi cerita yang dipersonalisasi, simpan cerita favoritmu ke perpustakaan, dan berikan komentar serta vote untuk membangun komunitasmu.
Illustration

anda mungkin juga menyukai

  • Immortal (boy x boy)
  • Sparks of Romance *DISCONTINUED*
  • The Hanging Words
  • Verboten Temptations
  • The Other Guy (BoyxBoy) ✔️
  • 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐋
  • BETA MINE (mxm || lgbtq)
  • UnFading LOVE(Completed)
  • Conflicted

My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

Detail lengkap
WpActionLinkPanduan Muatan