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Things Change.

Things Change.

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Troy sat in silence, listening, heart beating loudly in his chest, thumping rhythmically with the repeated smacks and crashes downstairs; no doubt another one of the boys was getting taught a harsh lesson. Sobs echoed throughout the old house; familiar sounds. There was another loud smack and everything went quiet. The stairwell creaked under the weight of him. Troy quietly ran towards the cupboard to the left of him in the small, dull room. He climbed silently into it, and shut the doors, only leaving a slither of a opening to see him. He called his name repeatedly, screeching it occasionally, followed by a maniacs laugh. The door to the so-called bedroom slammed open, smacking against the wall. "Where are you Boy?" He whispered, making his devilish face grin. The rain began to fall and tumble against the cracked window, making the terrifying situation all the more sinister. His tall, thin frame manoeuvred around the room quickly, searching for any signs of his next victim. Troy suddenly felt the urge to sneeze, and he silently prayed that it would go away. He held it in as long as he could, then it happened. He straightened up, and turned slowly towards the cupboard. His grin deepened as he saw Troy.
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"We share a fucking bed!" He follows me out of the bathroom, grabbing my wrist when I had turned my back to him. "What's fucking wrong with you now? You threw a bitch fit when you were at the hospital, and now when I compliment you, you're mad at me." "Maybe you shouldn't give compliments with the hope of getting me on your dick!" I snatch my wrist back, turning around to face him, but I smacked into his chest. He took that as an opportunity to grab both of my arms and hold them together behind me. "If I wasn't raised better, I'd spit on you." "And if I wasn't raised better, I'd kick your motherfucking teeth out," he gritted, shaking me when I struggled in his hold. "Would you stop!" He raised his voice, causing my insides to quiver, and my limbs stopped moving. "What is your problem?" "I'm not one of them," I spit angrily, "You can't make me look stupid before charming me. If you think you have to force yourself to compliment me in order for me to spread my legs, then you don't know me," I breathed harshly, my chest brushing against his body, and momentarily, his eyes flickered downward. "I'm offended. You think I'm trying to 'charm' you," he uses air quotations before slamming me against the wall right next to the bed, "When all I have to do is wink to get you to flood your underwear." "I'd like to see you try." I grind out, causing him to smirk at me. A different one this time. One that unsettled me. His lips curved up nicely, yes, but his eyes weren't sparkling with mischief. He didn't seem too happy with me calling him out the way I did. "Bet," he inhaled sharply before backing away from me, his smirk lifting higher, and it morphed into a beautiful smile. "See you at practice, bitch." Carson 'Storm' Speros and Raine Carter have a long way to go, battling through the abnormalities of their unique college and the tough time sharing a baseball team. Will Raine start to see the light in Carson and accept him? We'll see.

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