The boy's head hurt.
And his arm.
And his chest. His ribs hurt so much it felt like he couldn't breathe.
He felt half-asleep, yet he was aware of everything.
The door creaked open and he looked over to see who it was, hoping it wasn't the police again.
They were stubborn, Callum gave them that. Half an hour of constant questioning, and he wasn’t sure he had them convinced that he’d fallen by accident.
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The Boy, Callum - LGBT, boyXboy
Teen FictionIn his first class at a new school, Vinny Donovan is partnered with Callum Janoff; a quiet, withdrawn boy who has little to say and even fewer friends. The boy is lost; his identity, the thing that makes him 'him', was lost years ago, and he has no...
