My letter boy

My letter boy

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(TW: self harm, substance abuse, NSFW, BL) One warm autumn day, Kaleb meets someone unexpected. He falls in love. His world will never be the same. Kaleb grew up in a house where his parents simply didn't care. His father was an alcoholic, and pothead. He was a pothead just like him, but that's a different story. His mother was un-medicated schizophrenic. Kaleb struggled with SH except he always did it, didn't give them a chance to heal. Every night, every morning, every time he went into his room or the bathroom. Opening the phone case. Blood dripping on the floor and staining a dark Ruby red onto the wood. Covered in bandages at all times, small and large ridges lined along his arm. L grew up in a house that gave him anything and everything, except a happy house. His father would scream and beat him, he was extremely Catholic. His mother just watched, she never stopped it, or said anything about it. She was severely depressed, and horrified of her husband. L has a SH (self harm) habit. He entire body covered in white, pink, dark red, purple scars. Some days old while others, years. What will happen when these two meet? Will they recover for each other? Will they end up together? Will they fight? Will it saves them? L and K would never be the same ever again after that night in the coffee shop late autumn.
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**** I'd like to make it known that I was 14 when I wrote this. here is a BIG TRIGGER WARNING. It deals heavily with abuse among other things when I thought It was cool as a edgy teen filled with anxiety and despair. It's a wild ride and It is not even that good and I would change A LOT of the words in there cause some might be offensive or triggering to others. So, yeah, just read at your own risk. **** I stared into the brown eyes of the boy I've grown to love. "Jake, A lady could be mentally ill on the inside, but be a supermodel on the outside. You have to understand that not all scars are visible. But it doesn't mean those scars won't heal." He stared at me before closing the distance between us with his lips. 2014 copyright. The cover is made by me.

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