My First Love
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In corso16m
Ultima pubblicazione gio, ago 25, 2016
"I hate you"I yelled over and over again.
"I trusted you. I thought you cared." I said crying.
"Well I don't.... Just leave me the fuck alone ok? How about you just die nobody want you that's why your mom left and your dad beat and rape you everyday cause your nothing just die."
With that all I saw was black, I don't know what happen all I saw was black. I couldn't see anything all I feel is my hand hitting something or someone. I can't believe it.
I was lifted off the ground I didn't feel nothing all I did was swing. All I saw was black I know my hand was moving but I see nothing. I was mad I was pissed nothing can explain how angry I was. The person I thought I loved me, the person I thought that cared for me, the person that I thought was gong to protect me from anything, the person I loved, the person I told everything to, the person that was there for me through hard times, the person that was there my father abused me and rape me that same person was there my mom left us. But that person betrayed me but for what FOR WHAT for popularity. He bullied me, he turned everybody against me, he told my secret, he rape me once even though he knows my father made me multiple times. Just because of him I have to look back when I'm in school. I'm scared to walk down the hall in school it's bad enough I have to do that at home. One time he even gang rape me with my father, you know what they did when they was finish. They laughed and they laughed like the funniest thing on earth, while I lay there asking for mercy and asking them to stop, they just laughed and laughed and laughed.
That person that very same person was my knight in shining armor my
BEST FRIEND.
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