Silent (Lashton BoyXBoy fanfic) {Mpreg}
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Ashton's POV:
Flashback-
It was raining hard on the drive back from school, the bus was cold and Kevin was being annoying the whole time. I walk through the front doors of my house to hear movement in the kitchen, "Daddy? Is that you?'', his face clear as day was staring into the front hallway, the smell of alcohol filling the room. "C'mere baby boy." He said, walking into the living room. I slowly walked towards him, It was slightly scary but he's my daddy he can't hurt me. Right?
(Present day)-
I shook my head sitting in the small café across the street from the library, I hate these recurring flashbacks and nightmares, I also hate him, he's the reason i have no friends, he's the reason i'm silent.
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