Carl Anne Holton, a 16 year old girl of Calabasas, California, have been living with tons of phobias. Through the years, she and her best friend Uriah tried many things to get rid of them. These phobias became their top secret and decided not to tell anyone except for her parents.
During her junior year, she experienced over exhaustion, fatigue, palpitation, too much panting, breathlessness that triggered her asthma almost every day, she even fainted during their P.E. classes, though she does not remember experiencing it before. Her parents, being conscious about Anne’s condition decided to consult a doctor and discovered that she has a heart failure. Knowing this, Mr and Mrs Holton declared some Do’s and Don’ts and made sure that Uriah tags along with her when they’re not around. Again, this had been a secret to keep because Anne didn’t want to change other people’s perception towards her.
On summer, Anne’s parents had an official business with Frank Kendrick, an owner of an island in Southern California. During their stay, Mrs Holton, without Anne’s knowledge, appointed Edmund Kendrick – Frank’s son – to watch over Anne, since Uriah’s not coming with them. The two – Anne and Edmund – got along well. Edmund knows almost all about Anne’s phobias and health condition and decided to help her get rid of them, though he had not been good when it comes to taking care of someone, especially of girls, because of his past experiences that didn’t come out very well. But he tries hard to do it, for Anne, because she woke him up, and made him realize that he is important and made him to start over a meaningful life, again.
Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it!
And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks.
I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High.
I am so unbelievably fucked.
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17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it.
That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead.
*WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!!
Started: January 21st 2020