He grabbed me by the shirt, and slammed me against the cold wall, he screaming "I HATE YOU, KILL YOURSELF, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE BORN" and much worse shit. He dropped me and mumbled "Slut" and walked away as if nothing happened. Damnit, he ruined my favorite shirt! I look down, I see my black converse and my very short jean shorts. I guess I do dress like a slut...
I look around my room. A mess. I was just doing homework when HE came in. He decided to knock shit around. I kneel next to a broken frame. I take the picture out. Mom..I feel my eyes water, I put the picture in my pocket and start cleaning my room.
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Little Laurens
FanfictionHello My name is John Laurens, and this is MY story! A love story possibly, Perhaps a horror story- its not a horror story...maybe a MYSTERY story? Its choice A, Its a love story DUH!
