Unwanted (1)
Part (1) Josh sat there, huddled up into a small ball, holding his knees tightly. The wind swirled around him, as he shivered, but not from the cool breeze. He felt his chest ache, felt the pain searing his very soul, as he kept seeing Bradley’s face, the way the eyes narrowed, how his nostrils flared, as he shouted it at him. ‘Your Queer? Fucking Hell, you are a damn faggot?’ All he had been...
August 26th, 2009 by Ian
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