Our Love Story

Our Love Story

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida jue, sep 16, 202130m
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Two closet teenagers who have different social status in the world of its own.. called high school. one is a teen with a low amount of friends who keeps to himself in fear of being hurt or outted by others, fear of his father of finding out his true self. the other teen is a quarter back in his high school. he's friends with all the socially acceptable students, but his friends are in many ways homophobic so he couldn't ever tell anyone what his sexuality was, and dated a cheerleader in his school. but on the down low the only other person who knew about him was his... lover?... Then someone else shows up and will he be there for the boy when everything goes down hill? This story is unedited sooner or later I'll fix any spelling or grammar mistakes Warning. Homophobia, assault, abuse, angst, suicide, suicide mention. I'd like to mention if you're being assaulted in anyway or feeling suicidal please talk to family and get help, everything gets better one way, it's about you, you need to protect yourself no matter whom is hurting you in anyway stay safe ❤
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

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