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  • Hora 3h 20m
Concluida, Has publicado ago 18, 2020
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"Kyle please stop!" I yelled and covered my ears and shut my eyes, everything stopped the groaning and punching and cursing everything.

"Baby..." his rough but at the same time soft hands cupped my face. "Open your eyes it's done come on." And I did, he wiped my eyes with his thumb.

"Don't let anyone touch you ever again I will kill him and your screaming or crying won't stop me."

All I could was to nod my head and I did it.

Shy, antisocial, kind, innocent and cry baby Caleb who only sees good in people and trust them and tries to be a good friend.

Possessive, angry, asshole, mean, arrogant and also loving Kyle hates people doesn't trust anyone because of the experiences he had in the past.

Two boys that live in two different worlds but at the same time in one.

In one school, small eyes contacts and of course the tension. 

Follow Caleb and Kyle small romantic but a little sour story.
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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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