The Boy at My Window
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  • Reads 1,165,679
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  • Parts 30
  • Time 1h 59m
Complete, First published Nov 07, 2014
A pair of sky blue eyes looked back at me. Matthew. He tapped again. 

I got up and pulled open my window. "What are you doing here?" I asked timidly. 

Even though Matthew and I were neighbors, we certainly weren't friends. 

"I need somewhere to stay and your house is the closest." 

I noticed he was sporting a fresh bruise on his cheek bone.

"Don't you have a friend's house you could go to?" I asked curiously.

"That's the first place he'd look." he said simply but seriously.

I bit my lip unsure. 

"Come on, Shaina. It's one night."

I finally nodded and stepped away from the window. 

* This story contains scenes of bullying, self-harm, drugs and abuse with some mature language.

*Go check out the sequel But Why Not
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