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His father hit him? That asshole!

“I’ him, but he swats my hand ahen I try to touch him

“I don’t want your pity,” he scoffs “I just want … Fuck!”

He walks off, breaking the spell I was under

Only now can I breathe, but only for a little while because he’s still strolling around ht fornext towith all those years ago, and puts it on his head, then turns to look at me

“A crown fit for a prince ill never be king Ironic”

“I don’t understand You bullied ly,” I say

His broitch, and he stalks back toon his head while his clothes continue to drip onto my floor “Sometimes, I lie”

“Why?” I say, as he backs ain

“To make it easier for you to hate me”

“But I don’t …” I say, al the words “Hate you”

His nostrils flare as he looks up and down betweenwhether to kiss ain

“You should,” he says “I’ood for you”

Suddenly, he pulls out that knife again, and my heart rate shoots up to what feels like a million beats per minute He points the blade at my chest

“All I do is hurt people It’s what I’ve been taught But sometimes, I play with them for fun,” he says “Do you even kno much blood this blade has seen?”

I shake my head

“Does it scare you?”

Sweat drops roll across my forehead “You won’t hurt me”

He cocks his head, a vicious s inside me makes me want to do this”

His hand sla the knife I jolt up and down from the shock, only to freeze the second his other hand slides between hs and parts them

“I hat I can’t fucking have,” he says, inching up underneath my towel

Until he hits that spot