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^Six^

"Okay, true! I'll tell my mom that for my birthday I want 4stf meet and greet tickets. And you're coming with me Mikey!"

HOLYSHIT FUCKBALL DICK NUGGET ASS BITCH-

"But don't bring that Hannah, girl. She doesn't fit with us." Anger rises up my spine.

"Listen here you little fake nail, only knows 2 songs, nasally voice ass bitch. You can find yourself a new Gbf or you can bring Hannah, because it's both of us or none of us. I loved calum, I'd kill to meet him, but friends are always first. Kayla rolls her eyes, she knew her popularity status was at stake.

"Fine, whatever." I grin.

Finally.

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"What the actual fuck?" I am sitting on my floor, tongue poked out the corner of my mouth in attempt to pain my toenails for the first time; red. Suddenly someone is bursting through my door and they are shaking red with anger.

Shawn.

My heart thumps in my chest as I come to realization with the fact that he had not yet seen me in my...new wardrobe. He just hasn't had a chance to, he's been skipping school the past week and it's not something to just casually mention.

I wish it was, but it's not.

"Hey, babe..." I try, quietly.

"Don't you fucking 'hey babe' me you fucking transvite. What is all this? this is like a project, right? Please try and justify this for me." He steps closer and closer to me and I set down my polish and stand up, shying away from his angers stature. I clear my throat.

"There's nothing to justify, Shawn. This is me now, this what I've always been but I'm finally letting it show. I'm still a boy, I just prefer girly type clothes and it doesn't mean I'm changing gender. It's just what I like, simple as that."

"Bull fucking shit," he spits, glaring at every piece of clothing item I was wearing. I really wish my mom was here right now. He gets right in my face, gripping my floral collar. "You're going to get it, now." He brings his hand up to slap my face, hard. I stumble backwards, falling on my face. There is no shock written on my face. That slap was nothing compared to what I knew was coming.

"Get the fuck up!" He demands. I do, struggling to my feet, my stomach twisted in fear. Shawn comes over to me again, this time ripping my necklace off my neck. He begins to rip off all of my clothing piece by piece, my newfound confidence getting ripped away with it.

When I'm naked and vulnerable, he throws me to the ground.

"You're not a fucking girl, you piece of shit!" He roars, beginning to throw kicks towards my stomach.  I say nothing, clutching it in pain. I'm worthless, I deserve this. "I heard some rumors, but I didn't think it'd actually be true. No wonder your dad left, all he's got is one sick, the other confused as fuck!"  He growls, his foot kicking my face instead of my stomach this time.

"Stop!" I plead, he usually stops by now. This is getting to be the worse he's ever done. He finally quits the kicking, and kneels down to me. He digs his nails painfully to my bare chest that's wet from tears.

"Now, wear  that shit again and I'll fucking kill you." This guy is a psychopath. This is why I can't break up with him, he'd find away to make my life an even more living hell than it already is.

I just want to be happy, is that too much to ask? Apparently so, because I lay there and let him use me. My cries for help is no use, as he hurts my body for his pleasure. The sex part is worse than the abuse, I think.  Because the bruises eventually heals, but my heart never does.

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Calum's p.o.v.

I set my laptop down on the table as it begin to get wet from tears. Fuck. I usually don't let the hate get to me but, jesus.

@4stfFan57;

idek why calum is even in the band Tbh like wtf😂 he's so irrelevant, he has no talent whatsoever

@DylanSbitch;

At least we don't have to worry about calum and groupies bc he's so ugly that no one will want him anyway

Okay, that's enough. I don't know why I do this to myself. It just makes me want to quit the band more and more.

I sigh, going to the letter stack. Fan mail always lifts me up, these are our real fans.

I sift through a few, already feeling better. One particular one makes a smile appear on my lips. This Michael kid, his name is getting familiar and each time I don't write back I feel guiltier and guiltier.

Calum,

it gets better, i promise you.

                                  Mikey (:

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i hope this was okay for my comeback aha (: