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<Brent’s POV> I watched Tyler walk up to his front door. I’m lucky to have met and become friends with him. Anyone would be lucky enough to have the chance to do so. He is the perfect example of how you shouldn’t judge a book by the cover. He hides his feelings underneath the long dark clothes. My guess is he does that in the hopes he won’t let anyone inside that could hurt him. I watched as he went inside and closed that door. I reached over to put the car into reverse. I looked ov
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I woke up the next morning not knowing where I was. I was in a strange dark room. I was laying on a very comfortable bed. Now I know I’m not at home. I heard breathing next to me. I tried to think who it could be. “Maybe James. No that can’t be it. I was supposed to hang out with Brad. That’s who this must be beside me.” I thought. Then I remembered that Brad had invited other people to hang out with us, and that I left. “So where am I, and who is beside me?” I looked over to see if I could s
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“Brent what is this?” “That’s the packet that Snodgrass gave me.” “Ok, then why is it already filled out?” “Ummm……………..I wanted to try and see if I could get any of them right. Did I?” “You got them all right.” “Really?” “What’s going on Brent?” “OK fine, I’m not bad at math. I am actually really good at it.” “Then why did you fail that quiz?” “So I could meet you.” “Wha……………………..” What the fuck. Did he just say what I think he said? What I heard was that he purpose
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“What do you wana talk about?” “Well the other day I saw your back and it was covered in bruises. It has me very concerned.” I didn’t say anything. “Tyler how did you get those bruises?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” “If this is happening at home, I can help get it stopped.” What he said got me thinking. Is he the savior that I have been praying for? IS he the one that will get my dad to treat me like a son again? It’s too good to be true. Then I started to think, what if he
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I stood in the doorway. What should I be feeling? Should I be happy and joyful that I am going to be sitting next to him, or should I be feeling horrified? At this moment it is the latter. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. Then came the voice. Somehow I recognized it. Then I realized whose voice it was. It was Mr. Snodgrass. “Mr. Cox, will you be so kind a take the remaining seat next to Mr. Macomb.” “Huh…………………ok, yeah, sure.” I slowly made my way back to the desk. I tried my best
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The school day ended, and I met up with James, Brad, Jennifer, and Brie outside the school. We talked about our classes. What we think this year is going to be like. Well they talked about that stuff. I was mesmerized by my prince. Brent was sitting across the parking lot, talking with his friends. Brie said my name, which brought me out of my trance. “Tyler, you coming?” Brie said. “Huh, what? Were we going?” I asked. “Stop staring at Ashley and pay attention me and.” James sai
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My dad raced forward and grabbed my throat. He began hitting me with his free hand. He gave me slaps to my face, punches to my chest and stomach. With each blow to the chest, I gasped for air. With each blow to the gut, I tired to double over. When I tired, the grip my dad had on my throat became tighter. I tired to cry out for mom or Peter, but no sounds came out. The whole time dad was wailing on me, he made no sound. His eyes never changed. The grip he had on my throat loosened and I took
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I held my eyes shut. I never thought that this is how my life would end. Would my dad even care that I was gone? He might care that that there is now nobody to clean his house. I know Tristan wouldn’t care. He would probably spit on my grave. The impact never happened. Instead I heard screeching tires. I opened one eye to see the truck swerve to miss us and come to a stop. The driver got out of the truck and rushed over to us. “Are you guys ok?” he asked. “Yeah were fine. My brother got
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School! The word brings two main things to my mind, Dread and excitement. Dread because I know that I don’t fit into any of the clichés that are in my school. Excitement because……………….because, well, the people that I can look at and day dream about. Excitement because I get to see my friends every day and most of all school gets me out of the house for at least for 8 hours of the day. It’s August and school starts in just a few days. I can’t wait! I’m starting my senior year. I turned 18 las
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he Story of a young man with a troubled home life who seeks acceptence and love. This is a repost. I cant log into my other account so i am reposting to contine the story.
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The story a boy with a troubled home life. He seeks to find love and to be loved by others.
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We sat in front of the house. I was shaking terribly. It was bad enough, that it started hurting my arm and my leg. I kept thinking that when I go into the house, my dad will be there. I had it in my head that the cops never took him to jail, that he is going to be sitting in his chair, smoking a cigarette. Then as I walk through the door, he will rush over to me and start beating me. “Tyler, are you ok? Are you sure that you want to do this?” “Yeah, I’m good. Yes I want to do this.” “O
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I had started crying. When Brent’s mom showed up she had started comforting me. All the while I had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. That bad thing is what I started crying for. Brent’s mom had asked me why my mom wasn’t here. From the moment I heard the word mom, I was crying. Brie put her arm around me. I put my arm around her and I buried me head into her shoulder. “What did I say?” she asked. “His mom was killed.” Brent said. When Brent said that, it made me cry eve
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I woke up early in the morning to a nurse checking my vitals. At first I couldn’t remember why I was here in the hospital. When I tried to move there was surge of pain shot through my body. I remembered everything that happened. I remembered the look on my dad’s face. I remembered the look of sheer pleasure on his face as he choked the life out of me. When I couldn’t keep my eyes open any more, I remembered hearing my mom begging him to stop. Then I remembered myself fading into nothingness. I
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“Where am I” as I spoke, my voice echoed around the room. At least I think it is a room. Everything was dark. I looked around, trying to find some glimpse of light. There was nothing. My feet were dangling. “Wait, I can see myself. What is going on?” “Tyler……………” said this voice. The voice was thunderous, the sound shook my body. Yet somehow it calmed me. “Who are you? Where am I?” “All in good time, my child. For now take solace in the fact that you are safe. No one in this place can
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<Brent’s POV> I watched Tyler walk up to his front door. I’m lucky to have met and become friends with him. Anyone would be lucky enough to have the chance to do so. He is the perfect example of how you shouldn’t judge a book by the cover. He hides his feelings underneath the long dark clothes. My guess is he does that in the hopes he won’t let anyone inside that could hurt him. I watched as he went inside and closed that door. I reached over to put the car into reverse. I looked ov
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I woke up the next morning not knowing where I was. I was in a strange dark room. I was laying on a very comfortable bed. Now I know I’m not at home. I heard breathing next to me. I tried to think who it could be. “Maybe James. No that can’t be it. I was supposed to hang out with Brad. That’s who this must be beside me.” I thought. Then I remembered that Brad had invited other people to hang out with us, and that I left. “So where am I, and who is beside me?” I looked over to see if I could s
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“Brent what is this?” “That’s the packet that Snodgrass gave me.” “Ok, then why is it already filled out?” “Ummm……………..I wanted to try and see if I could get any of them right. Did I?” “You got them all right.” “Really?” “What’s going on Brent?” “OK fine, I’m not bad at math. I am actually really good at it.” “Then why did you fail that quiz?” “So I could meet you.” “Wha……………………..” What the fuck. Did he just say what I think he said? What I heard was that he purpose
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“What do you wana talk about?” “Well the other day I saw your back and it was covered in bruises. It has me very concerned.” I didn’t say anything. “Tyler how did you get those bruises?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” “If this is happening at home, I can help get it stopped.” What he said got me thinking. Is he the savior that I have been praying for? IS he the one that will get my dad to treat me like a son again? It’s too good to be true. Then I started to think, what if he
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stood in the doorway. What should I be feeling? Should I be happy and joyful that I am going to be sitting next to him, or should I be feeling horrified? At this moment it is the latter. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. Then came the voice. Somehow I recognized it. Then I realized whose voice it was. It was Mr. Snodgrass. “Mr. Cox, will you be so kind a take the remaining seat next to Mr. Macomb.” “Huh…………………ok, yeah, sure.” I slowly made my way back to the desk. I tried my best not
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The school day ended, and I met up with James, Brad, Jennifer, and Brie outside the school. We talked about our classes. What we think this year is going to be like. Well they talked about that stuff. I was mesmerized by my prince. Brent was sitting across the parking lot, talking with his friends. Brie said my name, which brought me out of my trance. “Tyler, you coming?” Brie said. “Huh, what? Were we going?” I asked. “Stop staring at Ashley and pay attention me and.” James sai
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My dad raced forward and grabbed my throat. He began hitting me with his free hand. He gave me slaps to my face, punches to my chest and stomach. With each blow to the chest, I gasped for air. With each blow to the gut, I tired to double over. When I tired, the grip my dad had on my throat became tighter. I tired to cry out for mom or Peter, but no sounds came out. The whole time dad was wailing on me, he made no sound. His eyes never changed. The grip he had on my throat loosened and I took
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I held my eyes shut. I never thought that this is how my life would end. Would my dad even care that I was gone? He might care that that there is now nobody to clean his house. I know Tristan wouldn’t care. He would probably spit on my grave. The impact never happened. Instead I heard screeching tires. I opened one eye to see the truck swerve to miss us and come to a stop. The driver got out of the truck and rushed over to us. “Are you guys ok?” he asked. “Yeah were fine. My brother got
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School! The word brings two main things to my mind, Dread and excitement. Dread because I know that I don’t fit into any of the clichés that are in my school. Excitement because……………….because, well, the people that I can look at and day dream about. Excitement because I get to see my friends every day and most of all school gets me out of the house for at least for 8 hours of the day. It’s August and school starts in just a few days. I can’t wait! I’m starting my senior year. I turned 18 last
