story by embie
Kinnie, you have been warned. No complaining about your 'poor mind' after reading this, as YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Contains language and sexual references. But hey, if you can make it past the first chapter, it's not that bad |D
Enjoy the story (I know YOU will, Kokochii)
Chapter I: Bad.Ass
The sounds of Meg’s -or was it Jill’s?- screams were fresh in my mind as I got dressed, and I grinned. She had readily agreed to come to the hotel with me; all it took was a simple “I love you.”
I buttoned up my shirt and kicked on my shoes, then grabbed my jacket and left the sleeping girl in the bed; she could take care of the bill tomorrow morning no doubt.
As long as I never saw her again, it would be fine. That’s how it always was.
I stepped out into the cool night, and lit up a cigarette.
Closing my eyes as I leaned against a street lamp, I could see myself in others’ eyes. I was a tough, sexy creature of the night. I liked the image.
And then I remembered that I had school tomorrow. “Shit.” I hated that place. Just a bunch of old hags telling me I was stupid.
I trudged home on the last night of summer vacation, fuming slightly at the remembrance of one of the teachers actually telling me to stay after class. Ha, like I’d put up with that.
“No, let go of me!” I looked up at the sound.
The classic sounds of a struggle. It was music to my ears, really. Maybe there would be a show for me tonight.
I turned the corner to see one of my classmates being harassed by a group of five guys.
Oh, that was just perfect. It was Nathalie. I’d been going to school with her since kindergarten, and she was such an annoying little bitch! I’ve been teasing her and harassing her at school since the moment we met, nearly; I know she must hate me.
But that was just it. The thought of someone else harassing her made me furious. She was my punching bag.
“Hey, why don’t you all go home now, hm?” I stepped up to the group with an old, bent nine-iron.
“Just back off, punk. We’re in the middle of something here.” The one who’d spoken must have been the leader. All I had to do was take him out and the rest would scatter.
I chuckled. “Oh, you can’t play around with someone else’s toy and not pay for it.” I took in the scene; Nathalie’s shirt ripped open and her long hair strewn all around, except for the lock of it in the leader’s hands. The four others were holding her down.
The fear in her eyes egged me on.
Before the leader could do anything, I moved. In a few seconds, he was unconscious on the ground.
“Anyone else want some?” I swung the nine-iron in my left hand, and they all scattered.
After a few moments, Nathalie looked up at me. I could see how confused she was. Saved by the one who made sure her life was hell? “K-Kyle…?”
I grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the ground, looking away as I pulled her away from the scene. “No need to thank me.”
“B-but… why…?” She stepped up to me and grabbed my sleeve. “Why did you save me?”
I turned on her with a smirk. “Save you?” I grabbed her hand again. “You think I was saving you…? Heh,” I chuckled and brought her closer. “I told you, don’t thank me. Unless it feels real good, that is…”
“W-Wait…! No…” The fear in her eyes egged me on once more.
I covered her mouth at first, but I wanted to hear her screams once I got more into it.
It must have been her first time, but I couldn’t have stopped there even if I wanted to. She was so annoying, always making me want her more…
Chapter II: Messed.Up
The next day, I actually woke up in time for school. I rubbed my face as I looked in the mirror, and decided I’d better shave before leaving.
Can’t be heading off to the first day of my senior year looking like a slob, can I? Slobbish isn’t sexy.
Then, flashbacks of last night made me pause in my morning tidying.
She’d been curled up on her side afterward. After ten minutes, I pulled her up to her feet.
“I’ll see you home. And Nathalie, if you tell anyone… I won’t let you go next time.”
She hadn’t said a thing the whole time I walked her home. She just held her shoulders and shivered. I was surprised she could walk, actually. I hadn’t been all that gentle with her, I’m sure. She was a lot stronger than I’d been giving her credit for.
I waved off the memories as I left the house empty handed. Books and that stuff… it wasn’t for me.
I didn’t bother with saying goodbye to my mom. Like she’d hear me, or care if she did.
In another ten minutes, I was sitting on my desk in my new classroom. I scanned the room for unknown faces I would need to beat the memory of my dominance into. Anyone who’d gone through a year of school with me knew I was the boss.
No new faces this year, so I slumped back into the actual seat, keeping my feet on the desk.
I saw Nathalie enter the room, and sent a glare her way. She almost flinched, and avoided me completely.
Class started, and I took a nap. I woke up to laughter. Blinking blearily, I looked for the source of the laughing.
It must have been Nathalie. She wasn’t all that bright a lot of the time, and when she said something stupid people always laughed. And yet she would laugh right along with them. It annoyed me so much when she did that, like she didn’t understand that they were mocking her.
I was surprised when I glanced at her seat and she wasn’t laughing. She looked down at her desk, and didn’t do a thing.
That was even more annoying than when she laughed with them all….
I noticed during that first week of school… Nathalie didn’t smile at all.
In the past, even though I always tormented her, she smiled a lot. Others were noticing the change as well. Everyone in class had asked her if something was wrong.
I listened carefully each time as she told them it was nothing.
She was still keeping it a secret?
I glared at her once. Her reaction was so intense I think others got worried. She dropped the pen and paper she’d been holding, and almost fell to the ground when she caught my glare. She’d left the room hurriedly with the bathroom excuse.
At the end of two weeks like that, I was feeling uneasy. I’d overdone it this time. Pushed the bar too far this time. She hadn’t smiled once since that night. That was annoying me.
As I roamed the streets that Friday night, I stopped, and punched a lamppost.
“Damn it… I really fucked up…”
Chapter III: Thanks.A.Lot.Dad
That Monday, Nathalie wasn’t at school. I was actually worried now.
I guess you could say I’ve never been as much of a badass as I’ve made myself out to be.
You could even say I liked her a little.
I didn’t realize it until she missed a whole week of school.
Everyone was asking around, trying to find out what happened to her.
I actually regretted something. For the first time in my life, I was disgraced with myself. Why had I done such a stupid thing and crossed the line? Why couldn’t I have been like a normal kid and asked her out?
I blame my father.
On Friday, as I slept in class, I had a dream about him.
It was more of the replaying of a memory, though.
I’d been a normal little kid. Just about to go into school, and then my dad goes and fucks up my whole life.
He came home drunk one night.
“Son, lemme tell you! Never let a girl get your heart, boy. It’ll ruin you! Don’t you ever let me catch you prancing after some girl!”
The week after that was the first day of kindergarten. I’d gone, met my classmates, and fallen hard for the clumsy but smiling girl who sat next to me. My dad’s words were so far in the back of my head; I didn’t think he would care.
I gave Nathalie a flower one day as we waited for our parents to pick us up. Dad saw, and beat me thoroughly that night, while mom was out shopping.
“I told you, damn it!” He shouted all night. He beat into me the belief that if I liked one girl, I would never become a great man like he was.
I came to school the next day with bruises, and a hard shell.
“Kyle, why is your arm all bruised?” Nathalie had come up to me and touched my arm. She tried to pull me to the blocks to play.
I flinched from her touch and shoved her away.
“Shutup! You’re stupid and ugly. Like I’d ever play with you…!”
That’s what started it all. A chain of events lead me to where I am now.
Insult after insult and taunt after taunt, I grew better at shoving my heart down, until I really was a bad kid. The more she made me notice her, the more annoyed I got and the harsher I grew.
So why was it now that I regret all of this? Was it because I'd found out long ago that my dad was no good? Was it the day he went and drank himself to death? But it was too late for me at that point. Almost nothing could have changed me then.
“Shit… it doesn’t matter! She was just another girl. How many other girls have I thrown away without a thought? It doesn’t matter what happens to her…”
It didn’t matter. I told myself it didn’t matter, that it was just normal me. I went on being a thug, until the next week, when Nathalie came back.
Chapter IV: Amnesia
She looked around the class confusedly when she stepped into the room for the first time in two weeks. A total of a month since that night.
The whole class surrounded her desk; except me of course.
They asked her questions over and over again.
She didn’t answer them about what had happened, but everyone knew she was off.
I knew it especially when she came up to my desk.
“Kyle?” She blinked at me and tried a smile.
I stared at her. “Yeah…?” What did she have to say to me?
“Um, I’ve said it to all the others, but… sorry for being gone for so long and worrying you all… And, um… sorry if I seem off…”
I stared at her oddly. “Yeah…”
I had to force away the conditioned response; some insult and a demand that she leave my presence.
I was even more confused when she came in the next day and said hello to me right away.
What was going on?
The next day, I grabbed her hand and pulled her aside at the lunch break. Anybody who noticed would assume I was just going to teach her her place again. There were concerned looks passed around the class.
Once away from everyone, I looked around quickly.
“...Kyle? Is something wrong?” She looked up at me. It was weird. No fear, not even hatred for me was in her eyes.
“Erm. What the hell happened to your attitude since last month…?” I didn’t want to actually say what had happened. I didn’t want to fuck it up again once she’d actually talked to me. But this wasn’t normal…
“Ah… um?” She looked down, and around. Then she looked back at me. “Um, actually, about that… I can’t… remember anything….”
My jaw dropped and I stared at her. “Um… don’t tell anyone please! I don’t remember anything from before when I woke up in the hospital... Well, bits and pieces, but nothing definite...”
I stared at her more. “Wh-what?”
“… My parents told me I’d been out for a few days. They said I’d fallen on my head or something, and now I can’t remember anything… But they gave me a list of my classmates and some of the people I know so I could go back to school… Except that I don’t remember any of it anyways…”
I was still speechless, and pulled her aside again. “So… you don’t remember me at all?”
She fidgeted a bit.
“I-I’m sorry, no… i-is there something I should remember…?” She looked at me through confused and truly sorry eyes.
“N-no… Nothing....” I looked away. “B-but, um… I can help you if you want… help you get along in class that is…!” I knew the dynamics of the whole class, so it would be easy to coach her.
Maybe I could make up for what I’d done to her by helping her now… It was a clean slate, a chance to start fresh. I could be that little kid again.
“Thank you! I would like that very much…!” She smiled up at me and then went back to the class, almost getting lost once. She almost went down the wrong hall, then suddenly remembered which way we’d come, and turned hurriedly, laughing at herself a little.
“No shit…” I mumbled, and made my way slowly back to class.
Chapter V: Selfish
I got into the habit of walking her home after school. I told her about the classmates we shared, and some of the things she should know about how to act in front of everyone else. It was hard to hide my nature, and it slipped out often; I would swear suddenly, or do something crude and make her back away for a few moments.
But every time, she came back and smiled, telling me it was okay.
I knew my rep was in danger with this. I knew my enemies would target her once they saw me spending time with her. But I’m a selfish person, so I kept at it.
Nathalie gave me her cell number, and asked for mine. She said it was in case she needed to know something in an emergency and I wasn’t there. I was surprised, but handed over the digits without hesitation. I added hers into my phone, and decided I would sort through all the girls’ numbers I had added half-heartedly. They had to go.
I was walking home -alone, this time- two weeks later. A few guys cornered me, and I glared at them. “Move, if you know what’s good for you.”
One of them merely smirked at me. “Word on the street is you got yourself a nice little piece of ass.”
I gritted my teeth. “You wanna run that by me again? I dare you to.” I clenched my fist.
“Nice. Little. Piece. Of. A-oof!”
He couldn’t finish his sentence because I punched him in the stomach.
“Bitch, if you call her that again, I’ll fuck you up so bad you’ll never wanna see a mirror again.”
He smirked and rubbed his abdomen. “Pheh, really, now?” He spat at my feet, and left, calling his boys away with him.
I made my way home and got out my cell phone. I toyed with the buttons, and then dialed in her number.
When she picked up, I could hear a smile in her voice. “Kyle? Something wrong?”
I paused, and sighed. “Hey, um… Nathalie… if you ever get in a pinch… don’t hesitate to call me, okay?”
“In a pinch…?” She really wasn’t too smart, so she hadn’t really noticed my true self. I’m sure all her friends warned her not to hang out with me, but she did anyways. She didn’t believe them.
I’d even heard them one time, in class.
I’d been about to take another nap during the break time, when I heard them.
“Nathalie, what are you doing, hanging out with Kyle…? Don’t you hate him?”
I flinched on the inside. I hadn’t told her she hated me before. “No, I don’t hate him… should I…?” I could hear the indecision, and cursed myself.
“Duh! He’s a delinquent! He’s no good! You’re acting so weird, Nathalie…”
“I… I guess I had a change of heart…”
Maybe she really should stay away from me. I’m a monster, and I know it. But I’m selfish.
Chapter VI: My.Fault
It was a month since Nathalie had come back, and I was walking her home once again, keeping an eye out for anyone who would give her trouble.
“Hey, um… Kyle?” She looked over at me.
“Did I ever… hate you?”
I tried not to look at her. “H-how should I know…?” I looked down and away. I didn’t want her to find out she used to hate me… she would hate me again if she knew.
She didn’t say anything for a while, and then, “Um, Kyle, can I trust you…?”
I stopped, and looked at her. Trust? She was asking me if she could trust me. Trust me to drag her down? Trust me to do something stupid?
“Er… It’s just, I’ve got something I wanted to talk to you about, but my parents told me to keep it a secret… But I really don’t want to keep it a secret from you…”
I looked at her. Oh. That kind of trust. Could I keep her secret…
“Yeah, you can trust me.”
She looked relieved. She was so quick to believe what anyone said…
“Um, then…” she walked up to a set of swings in an empty park we were passing. I sat next to her.
“Uhm… see, the thing is… When I woke up in the hospital, they told me what happened…” I remembered, she said she’d fallen…
“I didn’t really just fall down or anything, you see…. They said I… um… jumped…”
I was speechless.
“They also told me… that when they examined me when I was unconscious… they said I’d been raped… and I was pregnant…” She was looking down, not at me or at anything. She was looking... through everything. “They said there was evidence of a struggle, so they knew it was rape…”
I could barely breath. I’d knocked her up… and she’d tried to kill herself… Shit, what am I gonna do now…? “Th-the… What about the…”
“The baby?” She looked down again. “It had only been a few weeks, they told me. My body got too damaged when I jumped, they said…”
She didn’t say any more, and I was silent for a long time. If she started crying, I didn’t know what I would do. “Shit…” I mumbled, and she looked up.
“What…?” She hadn’t been listening, I think.
“I… I’m sorry…”
She half-smiled over at me. “Mm… it’s okay… it’s not your fault…”
I was pretty quiet the whole way home. I waved her off when she got to her house, and walked back to my own house with a brick in my throat.
“It’s not your fault…” The words echoed again and again in my head. Shit…
It was my fault. All of it…
Chapter VII: Confrontation
The next week, Nathalie asked me if I was alright.
I’d been completely off since she told me the truth. Every move she made reminded me how guilty I was.
And yet, still, I was selfish. I wanted to keep her by me.
“I’m fine…” I mumbled, and took a bite of the bread I was eating. We were on the way home once again.
It was a few moments before she spoke up again. “Um, Kyle…?”
I looked over at her. “Yeah?”
“Um, will you come with me to the store?” I could make out a little bit of a blush. Shit…
I couldn’t say no. “Sure, Nathalie…”
She smiled, and grabbed my arm.
The whole afternoon, I followed her from store to store. I even… bought her a keychain…
I’m relieved none of the other thugs caught sight of that.
Or so I thought.
They’ve got eyes all over the place.
And, as I walked Nathalie home that evening, we were approached by five guys. One of them had a scar on his face… it looked like a nine-iron. They cornered us into an alley.
“Shit… Nathalie… get behind me…”
“…Kyle…?” She held onto my arm. She didn’t let go.
The leader smirked. “I see you two’ve been keeping in touch. Heh.”
I frowned, and looked around. There was nothing to grab, nothing heavy to swing. This would turn into a fist fight.
“Not so high and mighty, now, eh? Not without that club of yours.” I could see Nathalie flinch.
“Just leave.” I stood my ground. I could take them… I think. But I didn’t want Nathalie to see that side of me… not now…
They started to advance on us, and I swore. “Fuck… Nathalie… close your eyes, okay…?”
“K-Kyle…?” She stared at me.
“Just… just do it, oaky…?”
She blinked, and nodded slowly. She shut her eyes tight and hugged my back. It was harder to move that way, but I could take these dumbasses anyways….
One was down in no time; all it took was a well-aimed uppercut.
The second went down screaming when I jabbed his eyes with my pointer and middle fingers. I kicked him to shut him up for a few hours.
The two other goons teamed up on me, and one of them tried to yank Nathalie away from me.
She let out a frightened cry, and I spun around to take him out.
“Don’t TOUCH her!”
I couldn’t do anything about what I’d done to her before… but I could protect her now, couldn’t I?
All that was left now was the leader. “Heh, so you’re not all talk, are you?” He walked up to me and chuckled. “You’ve gotten a lot better since the last time I saw you two!” He cracked his knuckles.
“Shut the fuck up…”
Chapter VIII: Living.A.Lie
He was harder to take down than the other four.
But in ten minutes’ time, I stood with Nathalie still gripping my back, panting a little.
“I-is… it over…?” She had buried her face in my back. She must have been afraid to let go at all.
“Yeah….” I reached around my back and took hold of her arm, pulling her around. I hugged her tight. “I… I’m sorry, Nathalie…”
“I-It’s okay…” She still hugged me, and I ground my teeth. “Thank you, Kyle….” She mumbled, muffled by my shirt.
“Wh-what for…? I got you into all this…”
“… For helping me… and for saving me… and for listening to my story and not judging me or anything…”
Every word added to the guilty brick in my throat.
“Kyle, I… I really like you…”
I closed my eyes tight and tightened my arms around her.
“I… like you too.” I kissed her forehead. “You… don’t remember… but I gave you a flower in kindergarten…”
“A… a purple daisy…?”
I pulled her to an arm’s length away from me and stared at her. “Wh-what…?” How could she know that? She’d forgotten everything…
“Th-there’s a little purple daisy pressed and in a frame… on my desk at home…”
I was speechless again, and let my head drop. “Shit…” I was saying that a lot lately.
“I think… I can’t be sure of course… but I think I’ve always liked you….”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry… so sorry, Nathalie…”
She looked confused. “You… don’t feel the same… But you just said…”
I shook my head. “No… I do like you… I love you… I’m sorry.”
She was still looking at me, confused.
I shook my head again and looked away. “I-it’s nothing… never mind…”
I sat down against a wall, and put my head in my hands. She sat next to me, and leaned close.
“If… you want to say something… say it…?”
I shook my head again slowly, letting my head hang. “I… I love you…” It was all I could say. “I… love you.”
She took my hand in hers, and closed her eyes. “I… love you, too….”
I looked at her, and I’m sure if her eyes had been open she would see the agony in mine.
I leaned in and kissed her before she opened her eyes again.
“I love you… I can’t do anything right… but I love you…!” I kissed her more, and slipped my hand up her shirt slowly.
She fidgeted a bit. “Kyle…. W-wait…! No…”
I stopped suddenly, and pulled away from her. The same words as before…
I ran my hand through my hair and swore.
She stared at me. “You… keep saying sorry, Kyle… what is it…?”
“…fault…” I was mumbling.
“My fault… all my fault.” I looked at her. I couldn’t go on living this lie.
“Nathalie… It was me!”
She was confused. “What… what was you?”
I shook my head. “It was me who did all that to you…” I stood up and turned so she couldn’t see me. “You did hate me before. I tormented you… all the time… And then I… those same five guys were picking on you… I saved you, only to…” My words faded. “The struggle… it was against me. The one who fucked up your life, who drove you to jump… it was all me.”
She didn’t say anything for a while. I was about to leave, when she said something.
I left before she could finish. “You… should get out of here... go home as quick as you can…”
Chapter IX: Remember
I stayed home for two days after that. I couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed.
When I finally did go back to school, Nathalie wasn’t there. I kept my head low, and all through the day, I glanced at her seat.
I even asked the teacher where she was.
“Her mother called and said she was sick. She hasn’t been here since three days ago.” He looked at me suspiciously. “You two have been getting along lately… And you were gone for two days at the same time. Did you both catch the same thing?”
I ignored the teacher’s questions. “Fuck off.” I left the teacher fuming at his desk.
So she was at home too… Shit. I really fucked up again, didn’t I?
I laughed at myself. Screwing things up seemed to be the only thing I was good at.
On my way home, I glanced at her house. I’d gotten so used to coming home this way…
I didn’t realize I’d stopped in front of her house until the front door opened and she stepped out to get the mail. She looked up, and when she saw me, she froze. That fear… it was back in her eyes now. But it was a different kind of fear. She wasn’t afraid of me… she was… afraid for me?
I was going to leave again, when she called out. “K-Kyle…!” She ran up her path to the street.
I turned around to face her, my hands in my pocket. She seemed a bit awkward, and I could tell she could remember now…
“Kyle, I…” She walked up to where I stood. “You know… I never hated you, Kyle…”
I looked at her, perplexed.
“I never hated you… I’ve never stopped loving you since the day you gave me that daisy… The only reason…” She choked up a bit. “The only reason I wanted to jump that day… it was because I thought you hated me… really hated me.”
She looked down and held her elbow. “I didn’t… tell anyone about that night…”
I nodded. “Yeah… I know…” I still couldn’t bring myself to look at her.
“Kyle… Now that I can remember everything… These past weeks have been… they’ve been really happy…”
I looked over at her now, and saw that she was trying to hold back tears.
“Shit…” I shuffled over to her and wrapped her in my arms again. “I’m… sorry. I’ve been an idiot and a bastard these past 12 years…”
She wrapped her arms around my back and hugged me tight. “Can… can it go back to the way it was then…? In kindergarten…”
I shook my head, and let her go slowly.
“No… It can’t…” I backed away. “I’m really messed up, Nathalie… I don’t deserve you in any way.” I shook my head, and looked away. “I love you… that’s why I have to let you go…”
I was walking away, when she ran up and hugged me from behind.
“Don’t say you’ll let me go…! If you say that… I’ll just jump again…”
I turned around and held her shoulders. “No!” I looked down. “Anything but that, Nathalie…”
She looked up at my defiantly. “Then don’t leave me…!”
I tried to glare at her. “But I’ll just end up dragging you into my dark world. I can’t forgive myself for what I did to you already. Corrupting you more would make things all the worse…”
She shook her head. “No, it won’t! You didn’t do anything terrible when I couldn’t remember… And even… what you did before…. The only reason I didn’t like it was because I thought you hated me….” She looked away. “If you loved me… I wouldn’t mind it.”
The heavy blush that rose to her cheeks made me want to do something stupid. Again. “Shit…”
I laid my head on her shoulder. “Just… just give me some time…”
She reached for my cheek, kissed me, and said, “Okay…”
Chapter X: Reunion
I don’t think either of us knew that ‘some time’ would be so long. I left home that night to find my grandparents. I hadn’t seen them since dad died.
I needed to do some soul searching, and get my head clear.
I was gone for a whole year, working at my grandparents’ farm in the country.
I think I really did shape up.
I was a thug at heart… but I was okay with who I was after a year.
And Nathalie’s texts every afternoon kept me striving for something respectable. I only replied occasionally, but she still sent me one every day.
When I did return to my hometown to get her, she was waiting for me.
When I walked up to her house with a little purple daisy, she met me at the gate.
She smiled at me, and the little daisy fell as I lost my grip on it when she leapt at me with a hug.
I smiled, and kissed her. “Nathalie… I’m sor-”
She put her hand over my mouth. “Don’t say you’re sorry anymore like a little bitch!”
She hugged me again, and I was stunned at her use of a swear word. I smiled, and took her all over town, going where she wanted to go.
As I kissed her later that evening, she made sure I knew she was okay with… that.
I looked at her for a few moments.
“You won’t… jump off any buildings this time, right…?”
She shook her head. “Nope. This little bitch I know would probably go the rest of his life apologizing.”
[[ So more of the happy ending than the happy-sad... =w=
But he's always gonna be messed up by all that so yeah...
=w= There's the sad part |D ]]
LOLLL at the WARNING XD &..
"Enjoy the story (I know YOU will, Kokochii)"
*reads* >w< ♥
Kyle's a... half betch now XD
AWW AMNESIAAAAAAA D:
LOL |D "No shit…"
DADS A BIGGER BETCH.
I will add as I write XD
But I only have like.. two more chapters after this |D WEEEEE.
I'm not sure how to end this... Happy? Happy-sad? or just plain sad?
woooahh SHORTTTTTT O:
idk either TwT
you know how i am wiff stories.... =w=
Nuuu, I only have like two more WRITTEN so far XDD
It's more than two more chapters long owo
GET RAPED BYA BEARRRR!
OMG I SAID "BYA"..... OWO
Nathalie should randomly get raped by a bear & then... THE END.
NOO OKAY OKAYY ~
crazy messed up stories like this are awesomer wiff happy sad endings :3
..BUUUUT yet again just plain SAD is AWESOME too bcuz it makes the story SADDER, bcuz its AWESOMER.
But I've done sooo many sad ones lately DX
I need a happy one... or... happy-sad...
I'll go with the happy-sad...
No raped by a bear... ;w;
BTW added more o___o
KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OMG |D
“Bitch, if you call her that again, I’ll fuck you up so bad you’ll never wanna see a mirror again.”
-continues reading- ♥
I thought you'd like that part Kokochii =w=
HOLY FRIGGIN SHIET.
This story is going to get HEAVY.
Added another chapterrr.
PROTECT YOUR GURL WHO -MIGHT- GET RAPED BYA BEAR BY KOKOCHII XD
and lol QUE? that last line... |D doesnt seem like something Kyle would say...?
OR WAS IT NATHALIE.
DID SHE GET HER MEMORY BACK!?