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Just Want To Be Loved.

Cory looked over at him and cleared his throat "have you ever tried kicking his f*****g ass?" he wonders taking a deep breath trying to control his anger.
 
Brax shook his head. "Fighting him wouldn't solve anything. I turn 18 in a couple months and when I do, I'm outta this town." Brax says. He places a hand on Cory's shoulder, sensing he's angry and trying to calm him down.
 
Cory looked over at Brax and shrugged "well at least he wont have to see you, he doesn't divserve a son like you...to be honest he should be f*****g burn in hell like my mom" he adds "and as shall i" he spoke looking forward.
 
Brax looks confused. "A son like me?" He asks, confused, if not a little blushed. He looked up at Cory.
 
Brax tilted his head. "Thanks." It's been ages since Brax has received a compliment. "You're not so bad yourself," he says to Cory.
 
"You're a better person that my dad. He works in a church...Just think about that for a second." He says, implying that his dad is almost evil yet works in a place of love and care.
 
Cory looked over at Brax and raised an eyebrow "he works in a damn church?, i mean f*** he's Satan....I guess your right, kinda" he muttered rubbing his face with his hands.
 
"I know I'm right." Brax says. He plays with his hands nervously as he looks around the area.
 
Cory chuckles looking down at Brax noticing him playing with his hands nervously "are you scared of me?" he wonders raising an eyebrow.
 
"No. I just remembered how you punched my stomach earlier for being quiet." Brax said, chuckling slightly.
 
Cory laughed slightly "yeah, i dont tend to like quiet people" he adds itching his wrists slightly trying to hide them. "I get a little too aggressive for no reason" he laughs glancing at Brax.
 
Cory chuckles looking down at his fist then punching him in the shoulder slightly "at least i didn't use my brass knuckles" he mutters flipping his black hair.
 
Cory nods his head "bet you could, i use those on other people in my alley way or when i get in fights or just shank them with my knife...it works pretty well you should carry a knife around and stab him in the eyes it works trust me" he adds pulling out his knife handing it to Brax. "here take it your gonna need it sometime" he mutters.
 
"I had a knife like this once...tried to kill myself last year with one like this." He said.
 
Cory nodded his head "i was gonna use it for when i kill myself in a couple months on my 19th birthday" he mutters looking down at the sharp blade. "i have many memories with that thing" he spoke softly looking up at Brax.
 
Cory nodded his head "yep, first time trying and will be my last" he spoke taking a deep breath looking over at Brax.
 
"Why?" He asks, giving a look of compassion and worry, despite the fact they hardly know each other. It's just in his nature.
 
Cory shrugged looking down at his feet then up at Brax "reasons...i've f***ed up my life already ruined and hurt my family and so many people" he spoke softly as his face saddens then trying to shake it off.
 
Brax unconsciously hugs Cory from the side in a friendly way, understanding how he feels.
 
Cory pats his back looking at him "i can't sleep at night that's why i come here until day light or early in the morning" he spoke
 

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