Boruto Cries Novels & Stories

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

I squeak out, choking on my own words trying not to cry myself. My father finally gets my mother to calm down enough to were everyone is able to start eating, except me. I sit there quietly picking apart the smothered burrito, moving the food around on my plate. Not wanting to take a bite and suffer through the blistering pain of my tongue cracking with trying to chew.