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"Oh c'mon! Don't be such a little girl." He teased as he pulled on the boys hair.
"I'm not- I'm not a girl!" He struggled with his words as focused on prying himself out of their hands.
There was 3 of them.
There was always 3.
They never left him alone and they continued to bother him. Harrass him.
. .Assault him.
He never did anything to them. He never spoke to them in an ill manner. Never bothered them.
But why.
Why did they start doing this.
Because of his father? What did he have anything to do with it?
He laid on the the gravel in the alley as they continued to touch him in rough ways. It never went far. But it always haunted him.
He never knew which one did what. He always kept him eyes shut tight. Too scared to open them. Too scared to see their faces.
They tore his clothing all the time. Pulled out chunks of his hair and bruised his small body.
It's because of them he's the way he is.
"Hey! Quit moving!" He smashed [Name]s head into the ground. One of the small rocks dug into his skin. He whimpered in pain as the other boy tore his shirt open, taking out a small switch blade.
"Hold him down tighter."
This was one of the only times he opened his eyes. Actually, the only time he did.
He regretted it.
"H-hey! Don't touch me! Wait!" A hand was pressed onto his mouth as he squirmed.
One of them held onto his legs, the other dug his knees into his arms to stop them from moving and kept his hands on his mouth, while the boy with khaki shorts straddled his hips. His blade inched closed to his stomach as his breathing increased.
The blade went through.
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Sweat went down his body as he hyperventilated. His body tingled as his vision faltered.
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DOLONIA | MLB | adrien agreste x male reader
Randomdolonia /duh-loh-nee-uh/ • n The fear when people genuinely like you and you can't fathom why. Wondering if they have you confused for someone you believe they deserve, someone who doesn't have the qualities you hate the most about yourself.