Sup Forums, it's time for a feels thread. I have a story I would like to share with you. I need to get it off my chest...

Sup Forums, it's time for a feels thread. I have a story I would like to share with you. I need to get it off my chest. It has always haunted me.

Part 1

>be me
>14 year old beta faggot
>literally no friends
>my family is constantly fighting, although they still love me
>live mostly with dad
>the fighting extends even beyond my immediate family
>at school, almost everyone hates me
>get picked on constantly
>get beat up occasionally
>I still manage to do well in school
>this is freshman year
>my dad truly is my best friend
>eventually he gets a girlfriend
>happy for him
>my mom has had a good boyfriend for a while, he’s much better than the previous one
>finally my dad can have the same happiness
>learn pretty soon she is obviously manipulating him for money
>not sure what to do
>know that I can confront my dad about it
>he’s my best friend
>he gets angry
>says I don’t really want him to be happy
>I say I do, but she’s not the right person for him and he can do much better
>she somehow convinces him to kick me out
>live with my mom for the rest of freshman year

Part 2

>the rest of freshmen year was pretty much what I described
>beaten up, picked on, the usual
>one kid is especially bad
>call him Biff, cause I like Back to the Future, I don’t fuckin know
>he’s an ultra jock, super buff, not much I can do
>pretty popular as well besides being a huge dick, so no social humiliation either
>one school dance he beats me up in the bathroom and drags me onto the school dance floor half naked
>teachers and chaperones stop him thank god
>it’s too late though, I’ve already been humiliated
>now it’s sophomore year
>still no friends, sit by myself at lunch
>one day a kid approaches me, let’s call him Alex, because he reminded me of Alex from A Clockwork Orange
>you’ll see why
>Alex was not in the right state of mind
>he was a bully just like Biff, but a different breed
>he took it a step further
>and he wasn’t so careless about it
>he was a genius, a tactical thinker, a true mastermind
>just like Alex from A Clockwork Orange
>he approaches me
>I’m afraid he’s after me as well
>he’s not
>he’s actually very kind to me
>to this day, I don’t know if it was pity or if he saw a potential in me, either way
>he tells me no one should have to sit alone
>invites me to join him and his friends
>there really is no other option for me
>being included was my ultimate dream

Bumps, for good luck my friend.

Thanks man. Feel free for anyone to share their stories or feels as well.

Cont.
Part 3

>I join Alex at his lunch table with his friends
>it’s still reminding me of A Clockwork Orange, minus the bits that don’t fit in with reality
>his friends are needless to say, his gang
>he’s their leader and they take a serious approach to crime and harassment
>I’m immediately accepted though I’m quite
>everyone needs that one quite guy in their group, or maybe they saw me as an outcast with potential
>they invite me to join them that coming weekend for some “fun”
>show up at Alex’s house on Saturday around noon
>he’s not home
>his parents seem clueless as to how abusive he is, just like a fuckin Clockwork Orange
>I was eerily disturbed at how reminiscent it was of that movie, I got a gut feeling Alex was worse than I thought
>more than just a school bully, vandal, and whatever other small crimes there are
>I leave slightly disappointed Alex wasn’t there
>while walking down the street a big ass pickup flies by me and parks ahead of me
>Alex gets out of the passenger seat and his friends pile out of the bed and cab of the truck
>“user! Where the fuck were you? We stopped by your Mom’s house to pick you up. We waited outside for like 20 minutes!”
>honestly overjoyed that anyone would actually wait for me
>hop in the bed of the pickup to join them for whatever we were doing

Part 4

>after smoking a mix of both cigarettes and pot, with drinks, we set out at night
>we go to an abandoned warehouse
>just some vandalism, thank god
>spraypaint that fuckin warehouse, vandalize it to hell
>next a cemetery
>vandalize that too, feel a little bad vandalizing graves
>see on the news the next day about how awful and horrible it was for those hooligans to defile graves
>I would have felt worse, but I couldn’t leave the only friends I’d ever had
>so I just ignore any guilt I have
>I end up in a class with both Biff and Alex
>this class is pottery, apparently everyone takes this for their art credit
>Biff is unaware that Alex has become my friend
>one day in class, Biff takes a huge wad of clay, like a lot and gets it all over me
>like all over me
>clay covering me from my face to mid torso
>Alex sits in the corner just watching, but that look is unmistakable
>he looks pissed

Im listening..

Part 5

>it didn’t go into too much detail in A Clockwork Orange about how Alex treats his gang regularly
>I remember the scene in the milk bar, I think Alex gets angry at one of his members only because the member steps out of line
>regardless, this Alex treated his gang kindly, I guess as long as they treated him kindly
>Alex approaches me after class
>“hey user, what Biff did, you kind of just sat there and took it”
>I shrug and say I’m used to it
>Alex laughs and replies, “Well, you better get un – used to it. I won’t let him treat you that way.”
>that night Alex shows up at my house with a few of the gang
>I tell my Mom and her boyfriend that one of my friends is badly injured and I’m going to visit him
>my parents were overprotective, I had to make an excuse that made it sound like school was of secondary importance
>whether or not my parents knew of the current status of my social life in relation to my old status of social life, I did not know
>my Mom did not question about who the friend was other than name and gender, which are easy to make up
>“He’s a guy. His name is Michael. I really gotta go Mom. He needs me.”
>Alex and his gang drive me over to Biff’s house
>“Alex, what are we doing here?”
>“user, just follow our lead.”
>I shit you not, we had ski masks on. Certainly not A Clockwork Orange level mask, just ski masks. Still…
>We barge into his house with crowbars, lead pipes, baseball bats
>his dad is wearing a wife beater, he stands up but one of them smacks him in the head, he’s out cold

Holy shit

Part 5 (Cont.)

>look for Biff, he’s not here
>we take some stuff to make it look like it was an ordinary burglary
>we’re wearing gloves to protect fingerprints, and pretty much Alex has taken every precaution necessary
>we look for anything to tell us where Biff is
>we listen to a message on the home answering machine
>it’s from Biff’s supposed girlfriend
>she is just reminding him to pick her up to go out for the night
>no location mentioned
>Alex doesn’t care, he’s determined
>I’m not even sure if this is about helping me at this point
>maybe he just gets a kick out of it
>either way, I stick with my friends

Part 6

>we drive around for a while just checking some possible locations they could have gone
>finally, Alex stops to use a payphone, we’ve taken the gear off of course by now
>he calls up his other gang friends to ask if they’ve seen Biff and his gf anywhere around town
>it’s late now, about 10:30 PM
>one of them says he was out getting groceries for his parents when he saw Biff and his gf driving into the pizza place near the grocery store
>we go there
>Biff is no longer there
>Alex finally calls it quits
>we all get driven home
>the rest of my sophomore year was pretty uneventful
>I go out with Alex and co. usually, but it’s small stuff compared to what we tried to do to Biff, and what we did do to his dad
>the burglary was reported on the news
>suspects were detained but none of them were guilty
>I didn’t hear much after that, hopefully none of those suspects were tried
>eventually make it to junior year
>Biff kept his bullying to a minimum for me, for everyone really, after what happened with his dad
>he didn’t really suspect us, just I think it was a shock for him
>now Alex and Biff are seniors
>I’m a junior
>my dad has apologized for the incident with his girlfriend and I start to live with him again
>his girlfriend is still with him though
>I hate her

Damn dude

Part 7

>Alex comes to me one day
>“user, we never got Biff for you, and I’m sorry for that. How about this. We’re gonna go out this weekend. Gonna be a fun time. We’ll hit up Biff again. This time, I’ll be smarter about it.”
>I go
>This is the weekend I will never forget
>before this, this story may have sounded just kind of interesting but here is where the feels start
>I have never forgiven myself for the things I did after this point, you’ll know what they are
>we committed various crimes, Alex was into everything from vandalism to drugs to even murder
>It was a long weekend, we had Monday off so the horror was longer that I anticipated
>I witnessed Alex and his gang kill three people during a drug trade
>one of them pissed on their corpses
>Alex nearly killed that member
>said he was stupid for not thinking it through, leave no trace
>I’m not sure what happened to that kid
>he stopped hanging out with the gang
>whether the police got him or Alex or something else entirely, I do not know
>we also hired prostitutes, though we had to drive a bit for that
>some of the prostitutes were beaten by the gang members, but not Alex
>I didn’t exactly know what to do with the prostitute I hired
>I knew what sex was, but I held back, feeling guilty about the whole ordeal
>she ended up just blowing me
>we also drove to a gang member’s girlfriend’s house
>we waited for his, not girlfriend though he referred to her as his girlfriend, but ex-girlfriend
>she left with her, I can only assume, new boyfriend
>we followed them to a pretty secluded spot in the woods
>Alex managed to not attract their attention in the big fuckin pickup truck
>he parked much farther away from them and we searched the direction they drove in
>we found them in the boyfriend’s car and beat them both pretty badly
>the girlfriend came with us and the one gang member who had wanted to retrieve her basically groped her and forced himself on her in the bed of the pickup

Part 7 (Cont.)

>I was not lucky enough to be one of the four in the cab, it was a pickup cab with four seats though the two in the back were basically without leg room
>But I would have crushed my legs for one of those seats
>I watched as he had his way with her while the others in the bed, about three others, six total including me, the girl, and him
>he asked us to hold her down
>I managed to wiggle out of that

Part 8

>we had dumped the girl that that one kid had taken at the edge of the forest
>I’m not sure if she was just scared to tell anyone or what
>She most likely only mentioned the one kid, I’m not sure she could recognize the rest of us in the chaos
>Biff’s time was next
>Alex did his research this time
>didn’t bother with going to his house
>we went straight to the source of Alex’s findings
>the football game
>Biff was playing, and we waited for that game to end
>the longest wait of my life
>when the game was over, Biff and his girlfriend walked out with the rest of the crowd, holding hands
>I will never forget how happy they looked, how that would be snatched from them so quickly
>Biff and his gf got to their car and drove off
>Alex tailed them
>we ended up following them to a party
>we all piled out and strolled in casually
>Alex told us not to do anything unless he did first, follow my lead he said
>For now he said just play it cool, he’ll tell us if we should do anything
>I tried to blend in as an average partygoer
>I couldn’t, I was awkward to begin with, especially with these people who were not Alex and the gang
>but worse than that, I was thinking about the things we had done
>Biff sees me, of course, I looked like a fish out of water
>he comes right up to me and shoves me up against a wall
>“no fuckin way! user! you got invited? Nah, you just trickled in here like the piss you are.”
>I’m struggling to get out of his grasp, I kick and punch but I’m not like Alex. Alex is at least a muscular hoodlum, his whole gang is
>Biff is choking me at this point, then he drops me to the floor and kicks me
>people are making a crowd around us yelling, “Fight!” and whatever else
>I get on my hands and knees gasping for breath
>Biff laughs
>it was then that the little piece of Alex that rubbed off on me came out

Part 8 (Cont.)

>I stood up abruptly and rammed myself into Biff, taking him off guard in the middle of his laugh
>it does not do much to him other than stagger him for a second
>he throws a punch at me but I manage to avoid him and start running
>I run outside and Biff follows me, running away from the party
>people in the party must have begun following but stopped when they saw us disappear
>I fuckin booked it, fastest I could ever run, faster than a cheetah at least at some point
>Biff’s football physique is a little better than that though
>He catches me on the sidewalk and tackles me onto the ground
>I manage to avoid my head being smacked on the pavement but Biff sits on top of me and gets ready to start wailing on me

holyshitballs

Holy fuck dude

Part 9

>He throws punches and I put my arms up to protect myself
>I manage to survive the onslaught for long enough because Alex shows up and manages to save me
>He hits Biff in the head with some kind of plank of wood
>everyone in Alex’s gang grabs Biff and ties him up, the pickup has been brought around and rope and duct tape are among Alex’s tools
>Biff is thrown in the bed of the pickup and is held in place whenever he struggles
>eventually he gives up
>Biff was far enough
>I was hesitant enough to hurt Biff, even if he tortured me all those years
>but then Alex and gang manage to get their hands on his girlfriend as well
>she is bound just like Biff and thrown in the pickup bed
>Alex drives us out into the woods
>I’m freaking out, I’m already on edge about hurting Biff, and now this innocent girl, Jesus
>his girlfriend is fairly attractive, certainly not some dumb bimbo, and not block headed like Biff
>she’s scared, I can see, and I know that Biff was just some teenage fling
>it’s not like she’s going to get married to him, it’s not like she’s some loyal dog who had anything to do with Biff’s harassment
>Biff is seated against a tree, bound, and held by two of the gang members
>his girlfriend is placed on the grass
>Alex looks at me and says, “C’mon now user, time for Biff to get a taste.”
>Alex wants me to rape Biff’s girlfriend in front of him
>there is no way that Alex will allow them to get out of this alive
>they will die, Biff and his girlfriend, maybe his girlfriend would keep silent, maybe
>Biff never would
>I have no fuckin idea what to do
>I’m scared
>I just think about the past
>how times are so much simpler when you are a child
>how things are so innocent and sweet
>I’m deeply afraid of growing old
>I had always wished to stay a child, to keep that innocence and sweetness

Get kill?

bump

Part 10

>I try and think quickly
>I manage to stammer out, “Alex… I need to think about this…”
>Alex says, “Just do it user. Biff given you nothing but cruelty. You need to pay him back in kind for his generosity.”
>I finally think of something, “I mean Alex, I need to think smart about this. My cum will end up all over this bitch, maybe even a kid inside her. I can’t just fuck her. I need some condoms.”
>I’m crossing my fuckin fingers hoping that Alex takes it and also that he doesn’t already have condoms
>My luck came true
>he consents and appreciates my thoughtfulness towards thinking ahead about crime
>he gives me the keys to the truck and tells me to be quick, or else Biff’s bitch will go to somebody else here
>I fuckin drive that truck out of there and head to the police station
>I tell them just about as much as I can manage before breaking down and tell them to hurry
>they told me one of Alex’s gang members had started having sex with Biff’s girlfriend once they got there
>Alex and his gang was arrested, as was I for being just what I have explained
>A coward who watches but does nothing
>Biff never bothered me again, but he never thanked me either. I think he was too afraid to speak to me since he never did speak to me again.
>Alex promised he would kill me and after that I never saw him again
>Thankfully my sentence was not as harsh since I never really participated in the crimes and since I came forward

Part 10 (Cont.)

>I ended up going to essentially a Special Ed school for Senior year
>let me tell you something about Special Ed, they do not separate the actual retards from the psychologically diseased
>I was put there for multiple things, depression, anxiety, and a multitude of other mental disorders I had had before
>but they put me there primarily now for being a “troubled child” in the sense that I was apparently viewed as a psychopath and/or sociopath by many
>my senior year education was basically nothing
>I learned nothing at that school
>I wish I had, education was always a big deal for me
>I managed to make it into college

bumping before reading part 10, idk if this is true OP but even if it isn't your an excellent writefag, keep it up

yea write a fucking book dude

Why would you snitch?

That's it. My whole story about both the best and worst time of my life.
Those days are behind me now. I hope to God they are, because the memories have never left me.

But what if he remembers you?

I don't want to hijack this thread OP, but I just wanted to say, stories like these are the reason I'm putting together an anthology show and bringing a lot of the popular feels stories to life.

Fuckin' A, man. You and the droogs. This is the other side of A Clockwork Orange.

you afraid alex is gonna get you?

10/10

Why wouldn't he: that's some deep shit man. I totally get never having friends before and wanting to be loyal and where he was coming from... but once it devolves into murder and rape you gotta get out of there

As I said. I hope to God those days, along with almost everyone in them, are behind me. I hope to God Alex never finds me.

Damn, OP. This might sound cheesy, but peer pressure's a bitch.

Someone cap this story I can't because mobile

I once dated a guy named Alex who is almost exactly as the one you met. He beat up a lot of people, dealt with drugs and some criminals, I just don't know if he ever raped or killed somebody.
To be honest, it's been 4 years since I left him (because he only wanted to take my v-card and was cheating on my with a ton of girls) and I'm still afraid he might hurt me or my boyfriend.
I think you're very brave OP, I wish I could speak out all the shit I know he did.

Alex is gonna come and get ya OP. Ooooooo... Alex is gonna get ya.

Op good on you for not becoming a criminal. Hopefully you never see Alex again.

This is horrible. OP didn't walk the dinosaur or meet the loch ness monster, he summoned the pigs.

I still love that movie even to this day. I would never let any event take away my love for a certain work of art, music, or film. That just means they've beaten you. The trauma wins.

Bump

your story reminds me of this one at parts

to the guy who posted "the grand canyon story" in previous thread

chad thundercock stole your girl now shes broken, you took her back and abuse steroids because you dont like your own image, yeah sounds like you got it all together bro

agreed, I prefer the grand canyon story though to be honest. OP's was still good though.

...

never seen so much cringe in 6 pixels before

Shit man...
Can't tell whether to cringe or feel. Maybe both?

That's actually pretty fucking sad
Fuck off you 12 yo edgelord

Shit you're right man.
It's just sad. Not cringy.

Holy shit dude

>PLEASE TELL ME YOU LOVE ME ONE MORE TIME

at least im not some bitch crying over other peoples texts, grow up kiddo

OP from the grand canyon story here. I can relate so much Sup Forumsro. Went through that an entire year. I hope she comes back for you like my girl came back for me.

I bet you're not older than 15

>kiddo
at least people in this thread have had love before (and perhaps lost it). Nobody will ever love you, not because you deserved it but hings didn't work out, but because you're an unappreciative faggot who deserves to be alone. If you're not here to feel then GTFO.

You're grand canyon OP? Like og OP?

I hope you can take this without thinking im attacking you or being negative, but do you not think in the back of your head youre making a terrible mistake going back?

It kinda seems like youre just clinging on to the past and what things used to be like, yeah people make mistakes but just because you loved them for a long time doesnt mean you should take her back straight away.

I sympathize with you getting beaten up as a kid, i moved from England to another country when i was 12, i got beat up once or twice by chavs when in my English school, what i didnt expect was all the kids to think i sounded like a fag and beat me pretty much daily at my new school, shit was rough, but anyway lay off the steroids my bro, not good for your body or mind

I wrote the story. the girl in the story is my girl. whatever that is.

Are you still with her? how is life now?

22, had a gf for 3 years and she left me for some asshole, broke my heart

her dad still calls me sometimes, i know he wishes she stayed with me which is fucked up

anyone capping this? this is a god ass story, glad to hear it sorta worked out later op. hope you never have to go through that stuff again man

I mean, it's a little sad, but honestly? I don't see a point in saying something like that. I think it's wrong, really.

It's just... not a good mindset to have about a person, imo, the "please say it even though you don't love me" thing. It's unhealthy.

It also sounds like something a person might ask you to say right before they kill themself, so I wouldn't say it for that reason, too...

I don't at all, I appreciate any relevant feedback at all very much, nice to talk about this stuff with you guys.
I do actually, that thought lingers in the back of my head and claws away at me. Not every day, but most days.
Two things though, I didn't just love her back when things were nice, I still loved her after and I still love her now. That's why it killed me inside, I couldn't take it. I didn't take her back right away also, I took her back in less than 3 weeks but still not immediately. She kept coming back to me and I at least wanted closure on why she did what she did, but what her dad said kinda convinced me, I'm taking it slow right now and trying to build back trust though, I'm not plain stupid.
Steroids aren't inherently bad if you use the correct doses and have good post-cycle therapy after a steroid cycle to reset your testosterone and sperm production. I will admit though, the year she didn't talk to me I went overboard with the roiding for a few months at my worst point. I'm not on roids right now though. Also, I am glad that I took them at one point even if I stop, because when I was taking Androstanolone and Dihydrotestosterone, my penis actually grew about two inches in length and three inches in girth (and stayed that way after). I'll always thank myself for that. Permanent ego boost.

Thanks for talking to me buddy, sorry about what happened to you as a kid.

It's getting much better, I've built back a lot of trust and she really does love me. Every single day, all she wants is to be at my side, which does mean a lot.

My wife probably deserves to have her story told.
>I knew she had been seriously fucked over during her childhood (lived with her mother who wasn't that great, but seemed to like me), so I really just tried to be a brother to her, even though I knew I was a beta fag and started falling for her hard. I never pursued it though, for some reason or another. She showed interest occasionally, but it seemed to disappear as soon as it came. Probably because I wasn't really anything special.
>I didn't have much to my life, so I guess I considered "protecting" her a hobby.
>During high school I tried more or less just to be that nice guy to her, and didn't expect much in return. I didn't even really want much in return.
>I guess I just wanted her to have someone to cry into, since I knew I wanted something like that myself whenever I went through my hard times.
>It eventually became less to protect her and more of some sick game. I don't understand why she never exploded at me for being some piece of shit. Maybe she really did have a shit childhood, and just wanted someone to be her friend.
>All I can do is wish that was why. I was horribly autistic. Still am. And this was my past time. Just watching her go over her life, being her Sup Forumseta white knight, not getting thanked, not really having any appreciation; just doing it for the fuck of it.
>Crushing on her every step of the way.
>Thinking back on it, I think it was kinda like the Truman Show. I just watched her go through her life, and stopped the sad episodes as well as I could.
>She obviously had boyfriends, since she was a really good looking girl. 8/10 or more. I cucked myself because it was my project.
>No I'm bullshitting you I cucked myself because I was autistic and beta. I reasoned it to be that reason though.
>Eventually we go off to two different colleges, only a few hours away.

>This is the first time in years that I don't see her pretty much every day, and I suddenly notice I have a shit ton of time to myself.
>I make as much of it as I can, and work mostly on completing my degree, liftan, just generally trying to improve myself. I didn't have much of a sex drive, so I stayed a kv for a good 23 years.
>Going to the gym eventually replaced hanging around her, so I obviously got really damn fit.
>All of this time, I never heard from her.
>I probably reasoned I was just creepy and she never wanted to talk to me the entire time I was "protecting" her.
>I can definitely say that over this time I made some significant self improvements, and finally realized how fucking creepy I was, just hanging out with this girl to "protect her," and honestly considering it that. Never pursuing her romantically, just staying with her because it was interesting.
>After I graduated I managed to get a nice job at my college as a researcher, and began to teach a couple classes.
>We met up at her apartment after I got back into contact with her, to talk about old times (this was the person I spent most of my time with, even though I wouldn't even consider that much of a friend).
>She talked about how her life went downhill fast as soon as we went separate ways.
>She spilled to me how she had no friends at her school, she had no family who really cared about her (her mother kicked her out just after I left), that her past few boyfriends wound up cheating on her, that she took up drugs, and that she was spiraling into a depression.
>She then told me how she was only really happy when she was around me, and I didn't really know what to think about that. I mean, what the fuck did I even accomplish?
>She collapsed at this point, crying in a pile of herself.
>I sat next to her, and looked her over well.

>She was wearing a thin dark blue cardigan, skinny jeans, and had really messy dyed black hair, with her brown roots starting to show. She had makeup that obviously hadn't been put on with any delicacy, and was just lobbed on.
>She looked dirty, and smelled the same. It was clear this was just a sloppy attempt to look decent.
>Her apartment looked filthy as well, with most everything covered in filth except for a small path.
>There was one chair with a ton of ash caking it, which is obviously where she smoked.
>Bottles were scattered everywhere. It didn't even look like a woman's apartment. This is where I'd assume a man would live.
>I guess if I had to describe her to you, she looked like a beautiful woman who had... Lost the will to live. That's what I saw.
>I just held her close, still remembering the years I crushed on her, but I couldn't really remember why.
>She just kept sobbing into my arms, telling me all of the horrible things she's gone through, and how I was the only person that ever made her feel safe or happy.
>How she would be abused by her boyfriends, and she started to depend on them more and more, eventually leading to her being molested numerous times because she didn't want them to leave her.
>How her grades were barely passing, and she needed to take extra courses to graduate on time (she couldn't afford to take another semester).
>She eventually started smoking weed and drinking to escape her life.
>After a while she looked up into my eyes, and I saw they were red, but I also saw her lovely light blue-green irises, and it made me soften up a little, and I began to remember why I had wanted her those years ago.
>I told her about my years at college, and frankly, they were pretty depressing too. I didn't have many friends there, though I did make a couple really good ones that I still talk to today.
>I didn't do much other than lift, school, and sleep.
>She told me how I was her best friend, and no one else was as loyal a friend as I was to her.

>I never have and never will tell her how she more a hobby than a friend.
>Thinking back on it, she never really did speak to anyone else but me, and her occasional boyfriend.
>The pieces started to kinda come together, but I was too fucking autistic to see it before.
>user... I really missed you, and I never said it before but I love you, and I don't want you to leave me again. Please.
>I remember those words verbatim, because something those words did to me, knocked something loose in me that had been pent up for years.
>I pulled her closer to me, and I whispered to her that I loved her too.
>She twitched a little bit, and I could tell she was shocked. She sat there completely rigid for a second or two.
>Then she went completely apeshit. She looked me dead in the eye, with the widest eyes I'd ever seen from someone. Then she drilled her lips into me, and we made out hardcore for a good few minutes, until she collapsed back in tears.
>I kept holding her and she apologized for how she led me on all those years, how she had been really into me the entire time, but just dated those guys to try and make me jealous. I didn't see why at all, since I was a pretty awkward kid, but she just talked about how safe I made her feel, and how she loved every second I was with her.
>I didn't have anything to say. Again, I'm awkward and autistic. I don't know how I managed this shit. Pure luck, I say.
>I didn't have anything to say, so I told her it was okay, and I was here now. All the generic bullshit that people say in love stories. But she seemed to like it, and with her planted in my chest, I could see her growing the biggest smile, and she looked up at me again, gleaming with that huge smile, and even through her dirty face, her shit apartment, her grimy hair, and her yellowed teeth, I could see what I had fallen in love with those years ago. I stood up, and picked her up, saying "let's clean you up"

>She led me to the bathroom, where I saw dried vomit spatters all over the toilet, drops of blood that weren't cleaned, and just an overall show of self neglect. She obviously meant how bad she felt.
>I put her down, and asked if she needed anything.
>"Yeah... Soap."
>I half expected her to say "you," but looked to see she didn't even have anything to wash herself with. I drove out to pick up some basic supplies, since I didn't really know what she needed yet. Soap, washcloths, a towel since I doubted she'd have one.
>Tooth brush and tooth paste obviously.
>I didn't doubt she had razors, so I skipped those.
>After getting them, I went back and knocked on her door, and she opened it before I could finish the third knock, running and hugging me.
>She had been waiting there the whole time for me to come back.
>I got her all set up, and she took a long ass shower. The water had probably gone cold long before she got out.
>I got up to go give her some new clothes when she got out, but when she opened the door I saw her standing completely naked, still glistening.
10/10 Sup Forumsros. Her tits were wonderful: huge, with light pink nipples; nice and perky. Her hips were lovely and wide, her pussy looked freshly shaved, and it was dripping. Her body was gorgeous without all the grime on her. She obviously had munchies enough to keep herself well fed. I never even noticed her self harm scars until the next day.

>She just grabbed my face and pressed her lips into mine, and led me to her bed. I started taking my clothes off, while she wrapped her arms around my neck and plunged her tongue as deep into me as she could, letting out these cute little moans, almost with a hint of a growl to it. Once I was naked, she jumped on the bed, pulling me with her, and I started fucking her as hard as I could. Of course though, without any experience before this, I had to do it pretty blindly, but she seemed to know what to do, and she made it easy. She didn't scream, or yell. She pulled me close to her, and as I thrust over, she would let out a little moan.
>I didn't know quite what I was doing, and didn't want to get her pregnant today, so I pulled out prematurely, not wanting to blow my load inside her.
This was probably after a good 10 seconds.
>She started jerking me off, and then began blowing me while jerking me.
>systemoverload.emp
>I came in seconds, but she just kept on going, taking the air of me; so I took the time to finger her as best I could.
>Of course I knew where to put the fingers, but after that I wasn't as sure. So I just began thrusting it a bit, while curling. Imagine Morpheus when he signaled Neo to attack in the karate simulator.
>It worked apparently, and she gave out more of the little moans. So I based my performance on how much she was moaning. I started to play around with her tits, rubbing them and sucking on them. She loved it, and begged for more inbetween her moans.
>She came quite a few times, and after each I would get her back by pumping her with my cock until I was close to cumming.
>We went on like this for hours, and eventually I managed to stay inside for a few minutes at a time, probably because I had drained most of whatever cum I had straight down her throat.
>feceswascurrency.toad
>After hours of relentless fucking, we both simply collapse, both drenched in sweat, her having swallowed every single nut I had.

>She rolled right next to me, and panted out "I love you" before passing out. I followed suit seconds later.
>The next morning I got up before her, and took another good look at her.
>She had cuts all down her arms, a couple scars even going down her arms.
>Her eyes had bags beneath them. She looked tired even in her sleep.
>Her body was still fucking perfect, let me correct. But you could tell she had been living a shit life for some time.
>I settled back down and starting stroking her hair, and she woke up slowly, looking at me, and she showed me the purest show of happiness I've ever seen before or since.
I really did mean a lot to her
>"Good morning" I said, and she pulled herself closer to me, mumbling a muffled "good morning, user" from my chest.
>She held on like she never wanted to let go. And for a minute I never wanted to move.
>Eventually though I got up and got cleaned up, telling her I'll take her out for breakfast when I'm done.
>She didn't have any locks on her doors, I noticed. So as I took my shower, she opened the door and got in with me, and we showered while planted in each other's lips.

>Afterwards we went out to a Flapjack's, and she looked like an entirely different person. She wore a clean pink-purple long sleeve shirt, with her hair in a messy bun, and no makeup this time.
>She told me about her side of the story of the years I had made a hobby of protecting her. How I would always be there when she had a bad day, and never asked for anything in return. She said I was her rock all the time, and eventually grew to love me. Hard.
>The day I left for college she collapsed and cried in her room for hours, and filled diaries with letters about me, some to me, but never showed them to anyone.
>I told her how she barely even told me a goodbye, and that I didn't think she really wanted me in her life anymore, so I just cut contact with her.
>All she could say was she was sorry, and that she was in disbelief that I was really leaving.
>All in all, she just talked about how much she missed me, and that she felt like a piece of shit for not telling me her feelings earlier.
In the end, I told her I was here to stay this time, and she cried again, and said simply "thank you."
It's been a few years since that, and we have never regretted a thing. She had some trouble getting off smoking and drinking, but eventually she started joining me at the gym, and overall her health took a full 180, and we're happy as can be together.
I just wanted this story to show that true love is out there, and not to let all these sad stories destroy your hope that you'll find someone. I was no one special at all, and I still managed to find a partner. Now we're married, and we have fucked near every night since. Just keep pushing Sup Forumsros. Love is out there, and you can find it.
>Pic related, it's not her, but looks pretty close. Just imagine bigger tits and light blue-green eyes.

Pretty great story. Hope you two are happy together.

Thanks user. Good night. I gotta get to sleep. Just know that not everything is gloom in this huge world.

u are a fucking pussy, u deserve all they could u do, betrayed ur only friends

...

That's part of the conflict I've always had with myself. Alex was honestly my best friend for a long time. I don't know whether it would have been better to just idly stand there and let someone else take her, I could not, or do what I did. I guess I'll never know.
If I could see Alex again, I might just say sorry. I might say that it was just a bad situation and it couldn't be helped. I couldn't hurt an innocent person like that though. I constantly ask myself; who was a worse person, Alex, Biff, or myself?

You deserved all if this. Your whore mother destroyed the life of your dad, he wanted to get daily pussy but you ruined his happines.

Goodnight user's

kek
I don't even know how to respond to this one. It's not even about the main part of the story.

Yeah what do you think about Alex?

I think he was like people in the Mafia, or at least the Mafia you see on television and in movies.
When it comes to family and friends, there is no limit to generosity and kindness. When it comes to enemies, there is no limit to cruelty. And on the way, if you happen to spot some ways to get away with a crime that you'll enjoy, go ahead. He certainly wasn't focused on the money aspect. For him, it was the rush of the crime and the enjoyment of brutality and rape.
I wish he turned out different. I wish he was a better person. I even wish there was a way I could have helped him. I admit, I'm too much of a coward to face him now. I don't even know where he is. He could be in prison, escaped from prison, in another country, I just don't know.

Sucks it went like that, man. I don't think what Alex did was the right thing in that situation, but I can see where he was coming from.

My brother had a bit of that to him. He was a smart kid and he took his time when he wanted to exact his revenge. He spent a lot of effort making sure he didn't get caught, but he just got progressively worse, to the point that he actually did some blatantly fucked up things.

My mom ended up calling the cops on him. She still asks herself if it was the right decision.

As for me, I would have done exactly what she'd done. As it is, I'm still trying to learn martial arts and get fit to make sure he never tries to do to me what he used to do. I'm trying to make something worthwhile of myself, and I'd say it's partially because of the way he treated me. In a way, the abusive shit my brother did had a positive result, but there are other methods he could have chosen to create the same effect in me.

Essentially, I think that what you did may have been a wake-up call for Alex, but I think the other thing you are going to need to do is make sure you know how to defend yourself and how to learn. You may have to create a whole new life for yourself at some point, so make sure you take the time to master the basics of a bunch of different fields.

Anyway, that's just my two cents. I'm a paranoid person, but I like to think my ability to predict ahead isn't altogether shit.

Take some time and find a way to make studying a constant habit, I guess is what I'm trying to say.

Fucking OP, I hope Alex finds you.

This is an actual entertaining story.

It's been a long time and I don't think Alex is coming back. He was heading to prison when I left him and his sentence was definitely not lenient. I've moved away from there and quite honestly, escapees from prison are quite rare. If he found me, I don't even think I would try and stop him. He gave me something, I won't deny it. He gave me confidence. I've had a pretty normal life since then. I think the experience changed me for the better. I might just look at him and thank him.
I like to think that people can talk all they want, but when put into an actual difficult scenario, it's unpredictable how they'll react. Hopefully, I would do what I say, but I may end up doing something entirely different.

Your hope doesn't change much. Life will do what it does.

Part 1..

> Straight out of high school.
> I have never really known what I wanted out of life but decided to do what I looked like fun
> Became a sailor and sailed up and down the coast of my country.
> It was fun at first but then just like in high school I became the subject of everyone's amusement.
> I was your typical outcast in high school that everyone fucked with because kek.
> what started off as fun became a living he'll since I don't have the balls to stand up for myself and was picked on constantly.
> eventually get so depressed about my situation and how terrible my self confidence was that I just left.
> Parents hate me for leaving since they paid good money.
> Parents now actively make me feel like shit for every day after my return.
> Eventually so fucked up in my head I decide to leave when I got a job.

this thread.

Is that a face of shock, sadness, or what? I can't tell. It's not fuckin human.

Part 2.

> Boss at my job is even worse than my previous Fuck Tards when I was sailing.
> he breaks me and I end up becoming even more depressed than before.
> eventually end up leaving that job and go back home.
> At this point I am pretty shell shocked at reality and can't believe how depressing life was.
> When I was a child I had a father who always physically abused me and a mother who although cared mentally fucked me up.
> All through school because of what was happening at home my self confidence was always so low and the other kids obviously picked up on it and used that to their sickening advantage.
> no one ever stood up for me.
> now that I left this job move back in with parents.

I needed this...

Can someone screencap this? please?

>be me 10
>best friend is a girl
>stays my best friend until im 14
>get the balls to ask her out and make her my gf
>fall in love with her
>live a carefree happy five more years
>be me now 19
>she acts like a good girl to everyone but to me shes herself
>smoke weed with her sometimes and drink and shit
>be me yesterday
>go over to her house when parents are away
>we smoke weed and chill
>parents come home early and bust us
>hell is unleashed
>take 100% of the blame and tell them i pressured her into trying smoking weed and its her first time and she only did it because i hardcore pushed her to do it
>her dad tells me to leave before he kicks my teeth in
>leave
>get a text from her mom
>it says i can't see her anymore and if they find out that i'm contacting her or seeing her they will get the police involved
>on the verge of tears because i love this girl
>get another text from her mom mid-day
>it says my girl hasn't stopped crying since the incident and started cutting herself so they sent her to the hospital, and they told me not to come visit and to stay out of her life

I can't sleep.

alex was a fake name you bitch this story has no relevance to your life just fucking stop.

That's heavy...

I don't feel like Alex was necessarily meant to be a bad guy. He just wanted a family more or less. Would do anything and everything for that family. That is essentially what these gangs and mafias do

Part 3..

> At this point parent's are Pissed off with me.
> always going on about how I was a dissappear mentioned although never saying it directly but always saying shit in such a way as to FUCK with me mentally and make me feel like shit.
> Eventually get another job and move out as fast as I can to get out of that toxic situation.
> As usual since in reality I am a very shy man, talk very little and simply nervous around people they take advantage.
> Usual shit happens and hey presto People start Fucking with me, Honestly all of you are just evil, I didn't do a Fucking thing to anyone in my entire life yet just because I am shy, Don't talk much, polite, and have a problem with connecting with people I always end up becoming people's play thing.

go visit. lmao

Someone needs to screencap this I'm on mobile

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