Another 30 minutes in and I was in a room. It was kinda dark but at the same time kinda light. The room smelt of vanilla. A master bed, a desk, shelves, and a dresser.
I was sitting on the dresser that was not too high above ground. It was short but wide. I was there with half of my shirt ripped off and purple Mark's on my neck with my hair messy as ever, but then...

I realised that I was making out with no one other than.......
My therapist, but the reason I was so shocked it because...

I liked the kiss...I didn't even try pulling away. I wanted more of him than I could even ask for. I wasn't in the right stage of mind.

He started grabbing my waist so my whole body would move towards his body. As one hand was glued to my waist the other hand was stranded on my neck.
The passionate kiss went on for some time until we had to catch our breaths. When our lips broke free from eachother he immediately went latch on my neck. He sucked on the same pure spot he put there a few minutes ago. He nibbled so the purple mark had bite marks.

This felt so wrong but so right...

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The next morning I woke up with a killer headache and every part of me was hurting. My neck felt as it I had got bit by a huge dog or something!

All the way down my legs were hickies and bite marks and laying there next to me was...My therapist. He laid there beside me, facing the opposite direction. I immediately got up and I started cursing some prayers in my head.

"M...Mr.Floyd...?" I whisper, my voice hoarse. A little hum was let out. "..what...um" My words were already slurring together and I had barely said a full sentence yet.

He turns towards me, the sheets reveling a little lower than his stomach. His arm proped his head up.
He smiled and said "It's therapy. I help you with what you need help with. Even if it's sexual frustration. I'm the therapist that would do whatever to get you better".

My heart ached in happiness. Someone finally dosent care if I'm gay. Someone that's not my family... I nod and smile. "Thank you" I say. He flashed his teeth and turned back over. "Currently, I'm not working though so, let me sleep..Yeah?" He chuckled. I snicker and nod.

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A few years later
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Today is my 21st Birthday. Dean has quit as my therapist and signed up for a better position. My boyfriend position.
"Are you happy for your little birthday big boy" Elsie snickered along with Danny.
"not really..." I hummed.

"What is the one thing your interested in right now, now that it's your 21st birtbday" Xay'den smirks.

"Alchohol" I nod, tapping on my chin with a big fat smirk. "Well Dean already knows that...hopefully. He's the one setting up while we're out" André rolls his eyes with a smile.

"David!" A black haired boy with freckles runs to a blonde. "Hu-" I swing my left side to see...David.

Everything came back to me. How he just left me. How he just f*cked me and left. How I never knew..what really happened.

My whole life came back to my head. my senses came back. My breathing started to get heavy. "Hey Dean" A quiet voice called but I could barely hear over the voices in my head. "He's looking at you. He remembers how you left him..."

But I'm not the one who left him...
He's not looking at you...

Oh but he is..He remembers how you killed yourself because you were to selfish to give him more and more. You just wanted to see how bad it would hurt him. You're even thinking about it now. Running outside and getting in front of a car or getting on the tallest building. The building last time wasn't even that tall. No one will miss you. Just do it.

"Lu?" A touch on my shoulder shot me up. My breathing got even more faster. My eyes trembled within its sockets. My Anxiety got worse when I saw him. The only way to stop me from seeing him.."You deserve better." I said to Dean. Tears running down my cheek, I ran out. I ran so fast that I wouldn't know where I was going of my directions.

I'm going to end it...
This Time...
Permanently.