Help Me Understand

Help Me Understand

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Shielding the barely light lighter from the wind of an open window, Michael liked the cool breeze. Finally getting it to light, he stuck a hand into an old shoe box, rummaging for a small barrette. Plucking it from the pile of junk, he opened it and held the it close to the lighter. Pants already down, he waited for the metal to shine with heat. Lifting his thumb, he tossed the lighter to the side, biting down lightly on his bottom lip. Michael was no stranger to pain. Inching his hand closer, the boy pressed the red hot hair accessory to his thigh with force, moaning in regret filled pain. Everyone deals with depression in a different way, but no one should ever face it alone. Even with a hand full of friends and family that cares, find out what it's like to feel like you have no one to turn to as you follow a depressed teen through hell and back to find out who his true friends are.
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[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I pulled my elbow from his death grip. "You're ashamed of me. Admit it. You hate the idea of been seen with me." I shot venomous accusations his way. He didn't look at me. I'd rejected his kiss, pushed him away from and in return he'd turned cold and cruel, again. He'd shown nothing but hatred for me in public yet held me with aching tenderness when it was just us. I was sick of his games. He needed to decide whether he wanted me or not. "You parade new girls daily in front of my eyes," a sob escaped my throat. "And don't even deny you don't occasionally screw Charlotte behind my back." His ice blue eyes pierced my soul with his sharp gaze. He was teetering on the verge of lashing out on me. "How would you feel if I did the same to you, huh?" I pushed at his stiff chest. "Had several boyfriends, invited them to our home." His eyes cut to me, and a look darker than I've ever seen clouded his features I gestured to our grandiose home bought by his dizzying wealth. "And parade them right in front--" Before I knew it, I was face down and nearly suffocated by the soft material of our couch, I barely noticed my skirt pushed upwards and panties shoved aside. "You're my goddamn wife, Astoria. I will not tolerate your defiance." The sound of his belt loosening, zipper lowering, he entered me violently taking my breath with him. "Yet everyone thinks I'm still your charity case because you won't claim me." "You want to be claimed? Fine. But I am warning you, this lifestyle you're so accustomed to will be gone. I will be dirt poor and your family will be fired." "Then divorce and set me free. I am done being your dirty secret." Axel Trent, the spoiled prince always got whatever he wished for, and I was one of the thing he had wished to possess. Our fate were meant to collide in the cruelest way possible. It left me shattered. THIS IS A TOXIC ROMANCE BOOK. DON'T EXPECT HEART AND FLOWERS cover by IvvyKy

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