don't ask (Bxbxb)
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Ongoing7m
Last published Sun, May 31, 2020
Elias is a boy who never saw happnes in his life his mom was an alcoholic who ended up overdosing killing her self and leaving her son with no one but him self at the age of nine and because of his young age he got in the foster system he kept going in and out of foster families but their was a one that had a son and daughter that took interest in the boy , the son of the family feel in love with the boy by just seeing him but on the other side the daughter didn't like the boy she kept saying horrible things to the boy and she even bullied him at school with her friends, one day the daughter got a boyfriend and decided to get him to meet her family but as soon as her boyfriend looked at Elias he new he would be the one he want to love but there was two problems the boy never spoke to him and the brother was eyeing him
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