The Boy Next Door (remake)

The Boy Next Door (remake)

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I try to be a good boy, but sometimes I can't help but grunt a protest at the nightmare that is my life. Mother doesn't dare let me get away with it, either. She'll make sure to beat me until I can't breathe then tell me how I deserve the life I was given. Killing her was the best decision I've ever made. Aaron, the kid who hates his emotionally unavailable mother and drunk father, saves me from a life on the run with an adventure in the woods behind our neighborhood. He teaches me a lot about myself, things I never thought to explore. I owe this boy my life, no matter how many times he says I saved him.
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The air smelled of gasoline and death. That's what woke me first. Not the searing pain in my side or the impossible heat coming from somewhere behind me. No, it was the smell. And then the memories hit me like the bus hit the tree. And I was rolling down the side of a mountain, surrounded by ten other screaming kids and three panicked adults. All of which had a ninety six percent chance of death. My eyes were open. My emerald eyes, so rare that only two percent of the population had them. And my throat was burning, and my skin was tingling. And all I could think about was the probability that I was dying. Scattered around me I knew were twelve other people with a ninety nine percent chance of already being dead. And I didn't look around to find out. Because I knew I was one hundred percent right.

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