joesepher
You could just smell it on him. His fear. He had never come anywhere close to as frightened as he had been. It wasn't hard for me to tell that he had just gone through the worst possible thing a thirteen year old boy could go through. I watched as his father simply waved at him, a devilish grin on his face, as he drove away and left his son at the school.
I wish some girls' alarms would go off. They think that they are in love with the most wonderful person in the world, but they aren't good enough. Abusers sicken me. What sick sadistic pleasure do you get out of putting someone who trusts you so much down? You should be treated like the dogs you are.
Your pain isn't really going away, you are only suppressing it. You are being silenced. You are being handled. Your life is now blurred, dulled down. Numbed. You may not feel it, but that does not mean that it is right for them to just treat it temporarily and put you off to the side. You are beautiful.
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