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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

There were voices down stairs, he could hear them from his room and he knew exactly who they were.

He felt the pasta he'd had for dinner coming up his tract rapidly, a strong urge to retch gripping him, hard.

But he bit it back, holding on stronger.

Not this night.

He quickly ran to the door of his room, locking it and taking the key with him.

This is the first time he's done something about his night terror and hopefully, it'd be the last time he'll have to.

Maybe they'd finally be able to tell he didn't want this, never did.

Fuck Paul and his perverted friends, they were disgusting, old men who didn't know when to call quits.

The voices got louder and he could smell the alcohol he knew they were drowning in all the way from up here.

That should h

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