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Boom! My heart clenched. My stomach dropped. My eyes widened. WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

"Open it." ‎ ‎I hesitated. ‎ ‎"I hope it suits you," Eve said, still smiling. ‎ ‎Slowly, I peeled back the wrapping paper. ‎ ‎The bright colors hit me first. Then the sharp smell of cheap ink. ‎ ‎My stomach dropped when I saw the title printed across the cover. ‎ ‎How to Turn a Straight Man into a Gay Guy. ‎For a second, everything went quiet. You could have heard a pin drop. Even I seemed to stop breathing.

“Your mummy does not only lie, little one, but she does more bad things than that.” This time, she looked wary. Like she wasn't sure if to be talking to me. When she tried to run away, I held her a little tighter, pulling her close. “Why do you want to leave when I'm not done talking?” Her eyes filled, bottom lip trembling. “You're a stranger. My mummy says I shouldn't talk to strangers. Please leave me alone.” “Stranger?” I laughed out loud. “Oh dear, I'm no stranger. In fact,” I held her wrist and placed it on my stomach, “in my womb is your baby brother or sister.”

I said. The frame went still. I kept going because stopping felt like dying. "He used to curl his toes when he slept. He made a fist around the edge of my shirt before he could say the word safe. He once put a sticker on my phone camera because he said bad people could see through it." The scanner warmed beneath my palm. UNAPPROVED DETAIL. "There." I dragged my blood over the sensor. "He is not an approved detail." The nursery light stuttered. Somewhere beyond the door, a machine gave a soft infant-chime, gentle and horrible.

In the following days, we became even bolder. We stopped hiding in just one room. We fucked all over the house like animals in heat, and every single time felt dirtier, hotter, and more addictive than before. My body was becoming addicted to my stepfather’s thick old cock, it was as if I was now surviving on it. On Wednesday afternoon Junior did not come back home early because their classes ran till 4pm due to extra classes.ran outside to play football with his friends. Mike found me in the small store putting dirty clothes into the washing machine

Otherwise, I might end up giving in to him before Samuel came. At this thought, I began to squirm frantically. I wanted to break free from his hold. Unexpectedly, something went wrong at this moment. The toy I had tucked inside my tracksuit fell to the ground during my squirming. Inside the grove, there was no other sound except our breathing. It was extremely quiet. When the toy hit the ground, the man immediately heard it. “I didn’t expect you to be this bold…” He clicked his tongue in mock admiration for a few seconds before bending down and picking up the toy.

This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Businesses, Places, Events, and Incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in fictitious manners. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or actual event is purely coincidental. Consists of grammatical and typographical errors due to its unedited. Please bear with it and thank you! Just A Stranger © 2021 by The Deadly Sinner ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author, excepting brief quotes used in some description, written specifically in this book.

I don't know why he's telling me all these things. "While mum has always been so cautious of me, treating me like an egg ever since my first breakdown when I was 7, so annoying. Sometimes, I can see the fear in her eyes, the same fear in that was in Louisa's eyes and now in Loren. I can't blame them, I fear me too." He stopped, didn't say anything anymore. I gulped noticing he his fingers are lightly pressing down the trigger. This fucker! I slowly took a step forward, one more step closer from collecting the gun from his hand.