(a/n: warning of harsh language.)
i hate you." i cry into the phone as soon at he picks up.
he signs, "what now?"
"fuck you!" i sob as i continuously scroll through his twitter.
"oh god, what happened?" he questions.
"having a spectacular night with the greatest girl." i read off of the screen.
he gasp, meaning i've caught him red handed.
"fuck you!" I scream into the phone.
"hey, what we had is over!" he shouts back at me.
"i loved you and you left!" i remind him, feeling destroyed.
"i had to, my parents couldn't find out i was a-" he stutters, not knowing the proper word.
"a faggot." i cough up, a look of disgust fills my face.
he signs, again. "basically, yeah."
"fuck you, you insecure-piece-of-shit-that-deserves-to-die-in-a-fucking-hole." i spit out before hanging up.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
wrong number !! phan
Historia Corta"wrong number." says a familiar voice. (a/n look sis i wrote this when i was a dumbass kid and like 15 years old. this shit is tough. i romanized depression and suicide and honestly i'm a dumbass bitch ass whore. i'm toxic and feel free to cancel me...
