New cover made by Hecticly! Thanks so much!
Copyright © 2016 Wackyweirdochic
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Tears blur my vision behind swollen eyelids as I look at him pleadingly. "Please don't make me do this," I begged.
"You're a freak," he says, "who likes freak things."
I fearfully avoided his furious gaze. "I can't do this," I sob, "I just can't."
His scowl became darker. He eyed me in fury, not saying a word.
My entire body ached with every movement. "I can't," I continued, not bothering to wipe my tears away.
His scowl darkened even more with each passing moment. The hatred in his eyes for me amplified in a way I've never seen before.
"I'll do anything for you," I cry, "Anything but this! I promise."
"Shut up!" he hollers, making me wince.
My breathing quickens as anxiety piques my emotions, "I'll stay away from him! If that makes you happy!"
A chunk of my hair is pulled. "I said shut up," he gripes, through clenched teeth. He made me face him. His eyes glowered in fury.
He let go of my hair and instantly jabbed my chest. I closed my eyes, feeling more blows being sent to my body as I fight to stay standing.
As I open my eyes, I see him raising his fist again to strike me once more. "I'm so sorry," I whimper, tasting my rust flavored blood from my busted lip, cowering, "I'm sorry."
He drops his fist and stood there stagnantly for a few moments, with a blank expression.
"I won't ever do it again," I cry, "I promise I'll stay away from him."
He lifts me from the ground by my hair and shoves me down roughly. I internally scream, as agonizing pain took over my entire body.
He growls, "You aren't sorry!"
I sob, "I'm sorry."
"You were never sorry!" He shoves me down all the way, which elicits a scream I can no longer suppress.
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Plummeting Virtue
Short Story(New cover made by @Hecticly!) A homosexual teen boy with social anxiety tendencies is said to have been assaulted during a break-in at his house, which leaves his boyfriend disarrayed and his brother in denial.
