°LITTLE BLUE HAIR ANGEL BOY°

•{Little Blue Angel Boy(BoyXBoy)}• •|•|•|•|•Bands a make her dance.... Bands a.. make her dance..... All these chicks popping p***y, I'm just popping bands Bands a make her dance...... Bands a make her dance These chicks clappin' ..........And they ain't using hands... Bands a make her dance..... ...... ... ..Bands a make her dance. .... .. . All these chicks popping p∆s** . ....I'm just popping bands.. Bands a make her dance ............Bands a make her dance These chicks clappin' ..And they ain't using hands----- ...........Short hair like Nia Long.............. ..Loose one she don't need ..a.... .loan.. She start ...... t*er***g when she hear a song The st***per pole... .. ..her income We get trippy .....and then some!!..... So nasty when she.... rolling...... She put ..... that **s ....off ....in ..my hands!!!.!.!.... I remote ... .......control ...it. She give me dome when the RooF gone... At the ....K...O...D, ..she leave with me She got friends bring 3..… I got d•**s, ....I ......got DRINKS!!!!!! •|•|•|•|• •|•|•|•|• •|•|•|•|• •|•|•|•|• •|•|•|•|• °×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×° The sound of the music pounding into the walls was making me go crazy, I’m gusting my parents don’t care if I get some sleep or not, or even the fact that I have school in the morning. With a sigh I got up, walking over to my desk and pulled open the first draw, I’d grab my head phones and iPod. Walking back to my bed and lying down I’d place them on my head and turned on the iPod, going down the thousand song play list until stopping at Dream Catcher by Set It Off; and so pressing play and turning the sound on full blast, I slowly drifted to a dreamless sleep…......... ....beep..beep.......beep!!!...!!.. beep..!!..! I awoke to the sound of my alarm going off, so sighing I got up and turn the stupid thing off. Getting up and walking over to my bathroom, I turn on the shower and strip down as the water started getting hot and then jumped in. After 20mins I’d got out and wrap a towel around my waist, going over to the mirror and whipping away the fog from the shower, I then blow dry my blue hair only to straighten it. I started to put on some black eyeliner, mascara and to top it off lip balm and shark bites, I then headed back to my room. Putting on black skinny jeans, a wife beater and pulling a Sleeping with Sirens hoodie on; I’d walk out of my room grabbing my DC’s, phone, my iPod and headphones and lastly my book bag, I finely headed downstairs. Once down stairs I went to the kitchen to get a water and an apple, but I didn’t get far when a fist came out of nowhere and hit me right in the jaw. Holding my bruise jaw I’d look up to see my father standing, there with a drunken look in his eyes. “Where do you th- (hiccup) think you’re going?” he says with a slur. “To school sir.” Father never had let me call him dad or anything that means we are related. With a smirk he reaching out and took ahold of my arm, and pulled me to him, making me drop my school bag in the process. He planted kisses down my bruise jaw line, making a trail down my neck and to my collarbone; unpleasant shivers went down my spine as his hands starts to roam down my body. Ending his roaming by grabbing and rubbing my d**k through my jeans, he’d then let go of me placing one last kiss on my lips and then he walked away up the stairs to his bedroom. This is only one of the few things my father does to me; along with the things my mother do to me as well. My life is nothing but hell….. Like a bird trapped in a cage, never too be free... :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: So this is my next story, so tell me what u think by leaving a comment, voting &/or fanning me. ^ ; ^