Michael's P.O.V.

My body was spread across the divano with my face down. I wasn't going to sposta until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and it was mother.

" I don't want cena Mother."

" I wasn't going to ask te that if te let me talk."

I really didn't want anybody to talk to me right now. It was kinda cool enjoying solitude until someone shows up.

" What is it Mother?"

" Why are te lookin' depressed?"

" I kissed Jaycee and I probably messed up our relationship."

" Sorry Michael ,but the world don't revolve around Jaycee. Sure, she's a nice girl, but life doesn't stop with her."

"...

With Raymond's hands gripped on my shoulders, he was hard to get off.

" Why are te doing this?" I said, breaking the silence. raggio, ray glanced down at me with empty eyes.

" Because." He growled, forcefully digging his nails into my shoulders. I couldn't help but let out a yelp of pain.

" How is this satisfying? You're only hurting me!" I screamed, yanking him down da his collar, making me on superiore, in alto of him.

" I can't help myself! You're beautiful!" He said, sweat beads lining the edge of his forehead.

" You're too old for me!" I said, still on superiore, in alto of Raymond. His panting was a hint that I could make...