Getting Away

Getting Away

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., juin 6, 2016
I was sitting on a chair infront of a television sipping coffee, slowly. The room was a little bit crowded. I turned my head towards the window to see a bird perching on a branch to approach it's nest. I noticed its family in the nest waiting for him to reach them. The bird had me zoned but soon enough I was disturbed when someone changed the t.v channel behind from me. He kept changing until he found an interesting channel which probably a news channel because I heard a reporter mentioning the word Taliban. That single word reminded of my past and awful sins. It was many decades ago, in 1987 and it's memories still haunted me through nightmares. It reminded me of my friend whom I threw away like garbage before starting a new life here in Alaska. I was so used to see them in my dreams smiling at me like I didn't do anything, like I was innocent. These nightmare scared me and wouldn't let me find peace.
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3 years ago, my Step Dad adopted a son. His name was Hunter. For 13 years of his life, Hunter was neglected and abused by his parents. Beaten and raped, Hunter knew nothing good of the world. His Father eventually became a socio-path and shot the Mother. But as he was about to kill Hunter, Police arrived. The Dad shot himself instead. Hunter is now 16 and has been living in my family for 3 years. It's an understatement to say that we don't get along. Hunter is just angry at the world. He drinks and smokes and swears and fights. He kicks me and punches me simply because he's scared. He pushes everyone away. He has flashbacks and nightmares and can't seem to take anymore. Though I know he has reasons for being such an inconsiderate asshole, I still hate him. Our family has now moved to Cyprus. We're only staying for a while, so we just got a small appartment. Bad part about that? It's got 2 rooms. Me and Hunter have to share. At first I hate it. But then over the weeks, I begin to see how broken Hunter Storm really is. He's not just a dick, he's scared. And I'm slowly starting to comfort him through his troubles. We're getting somewhere, but then the worst possible thing happens. But strangley, it's bringing us closer. He's sleeping in my bed, he's crying to me, he's holding my hand. I'm holding him at night, I'm wearing his hoodies, I'm smiling at his touch. Before I even realize it, I'm in love. { Strong Language Throughout! Includes Physical/Sexual Abuse Scenes & Sex Please Don't Read If Bad Language Makes You Cry. But If You Like Hot Emo Boys With Lip Rings, Read Ahead ^.^ }

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