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Blood is thicker than love

Blood is thicker than love

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Nov 13, 2020
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Mystery
I woke up in a cold sweat and breathing heavily. My hands are shaky and my head is pounding. The smell of burnt flesh filled my room. I ran downstairs to see. All I see is mom throwing dad's body into the wood burning stove. I walk up to her and ask, "Is he dead for good this time?" "Yes, dear he is," she said in the coldest tone. I smile and look down at the blood stain that was once my drunken father. Me and mom cleaned everything and placed fake evidence. After mom called the police and gave them the fake report. We packed up and left the only home I knew and moved the richest part of town. Mom got all dad's money which was over a million dollars. I was about 13 at the time that we moved. Now 5 years later, I'm 18 and mom has killed 8 different husbands and taken all their money. Hi im Roxy Rosemary Read and find out more about my life Cover art by me
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“Hey faggot!” I winced at the sound of the one and only star quarter back. He wasn't wrong, I was gay, but that word was just so offensive. I hated that I came out, hated the fact more than you could ever guess. It had cost me all but three of my friends, most of my freedom and every second that had been left of my childhood. When I loudly and discourteously turned down the prettiest girl in the whole school she screamed at me “what, are you gay?!” to which I decided to truthfully reply “yeah, got a problem with that?!” At the time I felt triumphant, giddy even and shouted at the top of my lungs 'I'm gay!' it had felt so good...but it wasn't worth the price I had to pay...not a week later I went from one of the top five popular guys to having three friends, had the shit beaten out of me at least once a week and went from relatively care-free to being the man of the house, a mom when mom couldn't be there, the cook the cleaner and the surrogate father three days later after I killed my father. I may have not been holding a smoking gun or bloody knife, but it was my fault he died all the same, even if the cops didn't see it.

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