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Twisted Hell

Twisted Hell

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Everyone has their own Definition of Hell, for some it's a burning realm of fire and pain, For some it's a place they have been, for some it's a feeling they experienced for me it was my life. Then I met him and you're probably thinking things got better, your thinking wrong. See the world we live in, either a Hero or a Villain and that's decided for you very young. My mother and father were heroes along with their parents before them and theirs before them, so when I got Hero it wasn't much of a surprise except I didn't actually want to be a hero. I didn't run to help people in the street or jump to some kids aid if they fell I didn't care. Then I met Him, A villain who took a liking to me or well not exactly it's more that I interested him, I entertained him I guess but either way he wouldn't back off. Don't get me wrong he's hot and I would totally date him or at least entertain the idea of it if I wasn't supposed to be a hero and my parents didn't have extremely high Expectations that didn't include their son being Gay.
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Even if I am a billionaire now, mom and I usually talk but dad is still hard on me. He didn't want me living away from home at the age of twenty five, and wasting away my money to some girl or women who only wanted my fame, fortune but not the real me, as what he always say, the last time he talked to me, which was five years ago. But I liked the attention, the fake loves or smiles, but it changed when I swerved my car down an alley and saw a girl walking, swaying like she's drunk or didn't care what happens to her. I almost hit her and shouted pulling down my car window, but she isn't budging. Oh, my God, is she dead or did I hit her? I looked outside and I think it's okay to get out of the dark street.

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