Antique

Accusations

So you wanted a smut story. Or how about an emo rape tell? Nope. Abuse? Depression? Bullying? Not quite yet. At least not on the first chapter. Though I can assure you this 'story' is 100% real, c'mon.

Let's cut to the chase. Let me explain one thing and one thing only about this here story. And that is:

Okay.

Okay to the assholes who are gonna comment some shit about me being problematic.

Okay to my dad who'll find this 6 years from now, and yell at me drunk for sharing personal information.

Okay to my mom who'll feel so bad for me, try to take care of me, only to wind up with her crying and me taking care of her.

Okay to my friends who are gonna tease me for being "extra" and "cringey", and are 110% likely to be judging me right now.

But okay. And you know why?
Because, I. Don't. Fucking. Care. This is my story, which consists of my feelings. And no one- not my mom, my dad, my friends- No one can change that.
And you just might be the cause.

Because things are done and sometimes they're a little more permanent than you think.