Ream Is Always Seemingly Oblivious To The Fact That His Looks Are what Causes Girl's Eyes to bulge out of their Heads, The rooms to fill with fangirling giggles when he walks In, And every Guy to Meet Eye Contact with him Jealous and Intimidated.. Or Is He Ignoring these Actions and Gestures? But if so, Why?.. No One knows The Truth About Ream. And even if they Asked, He wouldn't Tell them a Word. No One ever stops to Pay attention To the Details, The signs, The Pleading In His eyes. But Those Pleading Eyes have been Glazed Over and DRained of all emotion. Yet, No One notices. No One ever just Stops to ask. And Quite Frankly He Likes it Better That Way. He'd Never Trust Another Human Being, Not after That day.. He'd Never let another person Again..
-When A New Person Makes an Arrival to the Small Town, Ream Is faced with Multiple Decisions, Questions, Pain, Anxiety, Fear, and most of all.. Confusion.
-((Containing: BxB, Vulgar Language, Explicit Descriptions,
Mature Themes//Content, Mentions of Self Harm & Suicide,
Physical, Mental, & Verbal Abuse..))
First ever story.
Feedback is welcomed.
MATURE - (Themes of BDSM too. Be warned!)
(BoyxBoy)
"It wasn't just me..." I weakly protested, immediately regretting it as he slammed his fist into the wall, a few inches left from my face.
"I don't give a damn! You will make it up to me." He looked at me unpleased, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Make it up to him? "How do you expect me to do that?" I tried to glare at him, losing conviction when his dark look made me avert my eyes.
"I'll think of something." He said cruelly, and by the look on his face, I wasn't going to enjoy it whatsoever.
What have I gotten myself into...