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A tale of love and murder

A tale of love and murder

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, Aug 15, 202130m
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LGBTQIA+
Eli Kist is a young boy working out gender and sexuality. Life has been hard for him, but surely the hardest part is over, right? Right. Nothing can be worse than getting bullied and beaten daily. Eli, when young, had a group of friends. Slowly though, over the years the group of friends had split up. Eli meets one of the kids who he used to hang out with. They begin to hang out again. Eli slowly remembers why he'd stopped hanging out with that group. Some had gone to some place better and some had been bullies and some has been not who they had claimed to be. What happens when Eli falls in love with his childhood friend? What happens when Eli is left as school late? What happens this Halloween? TW: death, lgbt slurs, swears, fluff I myself am a trans panseuxal guy, so I am allowed to say the words that are used.
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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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