Child's Play

"Pity me," he stated, his eyes widening in such a way to appear convincing.
"You don't need it," she points out, her umbrella barely keeping her dry.
"Adore me," he boasts after a short period of time.
"For no reason?" she scoffs, her green eyes rolling.
"Teach me," he says as he looks down, defeated.
She smirks in victory, "Gladly."

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Warning: In Child's Play, there will be many uncomfortable occasions. You should all know that there is going to be mentions of rape, though not detailed, cursing, abuse, sibling and family rivalry, and other negative aspects.

But feel free to hate on the sons of a bitch. I do.

Cursing, Exhibit A.

Disclaimer: I do not own any other celebrities briefly or permanently mentioned. This is a work of fiction. Fiction meaning fake, not real, made-up. None of the actions or words used in this story represent the celebrities mentioned/used. This is an original idea, and I would appreciate it if you don't make a sequel or trilogy without our consent. This story was, and is, written and read for pleasure and for your own personal benefit. Any harmful, threatening, or non-motivational comments will be removed and/or reported. Please do not advertise on this story in the comments or ask for a dedication or shout out.

No paper was harmed in the making of this book.

Well, none that I know of.

On another note: I'm from America. I am not from Italy. I'm a girl. I am not a boy. I don't know what boys think, and I don't know much about Italy, nor have I been there. I'm sorry if anything in this book offends you or offends others. I placed all and any events in America because I know what it's like in America. I don't exactly know all the facts of everything that happens, but I'm trying.