Behind The Scene

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ce tucked between my laps, patient

happy and I just wanted thing go back the way they were but at the same time, I doubted it could and I really jus

dn't even bother coming to check up on me. I g

before getting locked up in that prison called a boarding school. If I can have my way, I wo

me. But why are my parents being like this? Is this how other parents push their kids away j

corridor, I looked downstairs and Mom and Marie were

like they remembe

y room. "I am definitely going,"

aled my cleavage and a good amount of my thighs. I looked into the mir

was telling me not to go but at that point, I just wanted some attenti

room. My heart was racing....but I was still going. Mom, dad a

to leave the house. I was standing there and they didn't even know that I was t

rst taxi that I saw. I head my head rested the

he dropped me at the front Mr. Martin's house. M

eason that my parents hated me but...he made he happy, didn't he? He ga

and made it was to my waist. "Miss

hey were ...missing. I felt nothing. Seeing him only

ie, my eyes wandered around his house. It was dark and c

he ground and he pulled

und me. He was looking directly at my lip

Our lips wrestled and he kept letti

The soft kiss grew more intense when he started eating m

as going to end but Martin suddenly pulled off on

ff and slapped

the

nd he glared at me. "what was what? Why do you think I asked you to come? So we can ta

tepping back. "I have to go home

gretting getting my seventeen y

his couch and he climbed over me. "You came here already....so you'll fi

e never really loved me and all that he wanted was

I kept s

I knew was trying for

s how bad