Thank y'all for 1.05k veiws :)
Means alot. Didn't know this trash book would get that :')
*onE moNTh laTer*
▫Alex pov▫
He was nice to me. But is it all a act? Does he care? Or just thirsty for what i have to say? Should i tell him?...
No. He might tell all his little friends what a bad life i have at home and make everything worse. I'll just keep in to myself.
Nobody needs to know...
I throw my pencil on my desk and sigh. All I've been doing is writing about him. I really need to just spill what Peter did to me and have him arrested.
But i just can't. He is the only family i have left, no one would want to take in some bastard orphan who waste his time writing nonsense. Isn't like this is all gonna blow over, no. Instead, all Peter does now is drink and yell at me.
F u n.
I get up from my desk chair, and plop onto my bed. I stare up at the ceiling, wishing my life was better. I wish i never got raped, left alone, maybe have a friend.
I wish i was never born at all.
A tear slips down my cheek, and i roll over hugging myself.
I reach under my pillow, and i promised myself i wouldn't do it again, but i need it.
I got the bag of weed, and did what i had to.
Smoke my problems away.
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Sorry it's short, been working on this for awhile and couldn't think of much more to add. So i thought to just put one more sentence and then publish so everyone knows this book ain't dead ;-;
Sorry for not updating this much, im runnin low on mOtiVatIon for this book tbh. I had a plan, but it all kinda went downhill and now im just s t u c k. WriTers bLocK aMirIgHt???
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