Stokeley 2
“Please I’m sorry” I said to my father as he choked me harder “what I tell you about not coming home before 3pm huh faggot” he said he started banging my head against the wall I felt a warm liquid go down my face I couldn’t do anything but take it he put the knife in the fire the stove produced it turned a red color he held me in place slicing the knife on my face and stomach he got to my legs he smirked he started gripping them I sobbed I kicked him in the face he grabbed a screw driver and a bat I blacked out
Third person pov
His angry father tied him up on the basement pole his father threw ice cold water on his son making the innocent stokeley wake up stokeley screamed only to get punched “SHUT THE FUCK UP” his father said stokeley whimpers after a few hours of torturing stokeley he untied him
Stokeley pov
I felt numb I felt hate I felt nasty I crawled to the bathroom I sat on the bathroom shower floor crying seeing blood and water go down the drain I washed up and walked to my room putting on one of my oversized hoodies and a pair of sweatpants i laid in my bed and cried slowly feeling myself falling into slumber
The next morning
I got up and walked to the bathroom and washed up 25 minutes later I got out the shower and wash my face and brush my teeth then lotion up putting on a pair of blue jeans and a hoodie with my forces i grabbed my bag and I got a poptart walking to school I felt my self start to cry but I held it in and continued walking I soon made it to school I walked in the school going to my locker putting my stuff up and getting my books I walked to my first class I got there and put my head
down I looked to see He was staring at me i blushed deeply kicking my feet the Asian kid sat next to me he was new and kinda cute but he got bullied a lot he laid his head down i looked at him and smiled i started drawing somthing i didn't realize i was drawing him until. i finish it was
weird but hey atleast class is almost over a group of dudes walked over to him dapping him up he smiled showing his dimples his smile made my stomach flip i laid my head on the desk continuing to draw random things "what ya doin gay boy" koshi said he was one of them white teen boys that thought they where the shit
but they aren't i ignored him he blew his hot as breath in my face smelling like mold and a can of bounce that ass i covered my mouth it was sooooo bad i looked in my backpack and began to search for gum i took a piece out handing it to him scooting my desk down he looked at me gritting
his teeth his face began to turn red his ass look like anger from inside out he blew his breath even more my eyes began to water he raised his fist his ass was built like a refrigerator he looked like a body builder see all i was trying to do is help now imma get my ass beat i made an x with my arms
getting ready to block his hit but someone punched him hard as the fuck i heard a crack i shook my head i shrugged as they fought and asian boy lifted my chin up i looked at him "are you ok" he said i blushed and nodded
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