Touch of Past to Future

Touch of Past to Future Touch of Past to Future

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Summary

(Started in Touches of Love, the couple) One always struggling with weight he really can't seem to control...the other seemingly Mr. Perfect when they come together well it's just a matter of lasting.

Summary

(Started in Touches of Love, the couple) One always struggling with weight he really can't seem to control...the other seemingly Mr. Perfect when they come together well it's just a matter of lasting.

Prolog (v.1) - The father

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 26, 2018

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 26, 2018

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(I just went with it some more, starting with some of my youngest leads...there is no mature content that they shouldn't be getting into okay it's just a look into the past. I'll have a few shorter chapters for this before getting to the good stuff.

I own the story and all the characters, any likeness to any person(s) living or dead is coincidental and unintentional. While this story is available for free it is not to be redistributed in any way; I  am the only person who can post this on more than one site or earn money for it in the future.)
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Chris sighed hearing his mother call up to him that it was time for school, seventeen...almost eighteen last year it was always the same shit. He stared at his reflection reaching down absently tugging at his stomach unlike some when he said he tried a diet and they failed it was truthful. He couldn't really explain it years went by different safe diets for kids...to the growing boy sometimes he lost weight sometimes he tried starving himself and it only got worse. This was the slimmest he'd ever been and he still had to wear some old maternity clothes. Mostly because they couldn't afford much else and just ripping clothes to stitch them back together no one had time for that. He tugged at his hair it was forever greasy no matter how much he washed it, he went without pimples eventually but he still remained red faced and pasty.

It made him sick to look at himself.

The only saving grace was that most of the clothes were dark in color he wasn't delusional they didn't cover his tall..wide frame but when people saw him they eventually turned away. It was one less thing to attract. He knew first hand how the nastier kids treated you when you were heavy and wore brightly colored clothes.

Not everyone at his school was like that but they moved a lot, stayed with family when money was really tight always changing schools there was always someone avoiding him, he preferred they avoid him. Consider him the creepy goth kid fuck what counselors say ignoring them was hard and every jab hurt. His father told him he'd grow numb to it eventually, it was the best he could hope for, he sighed again hearing her get louder he made his way of of his bare, dark room, he had a few things aside from what he needed but it was left bare as he never left a thing out place it made him nervous to live in a mess. Wasn't sure why but it had to be just so.

He tripped on his way out sighing, lacrosse stick, he looked up seeing his older brother  taller than he was, with more of a build. He ran his fingers through his chocolate hair as he moved it out of the way not that it mattered he put it there on purpose.

With a flash of a grin, green eyes glittering he crossed his arms.

“Hey little cow, nothing to munch on down there.”

He rolled his eyes standing up slowly.

“Leave me alone Brad...”

“Great comeback...tell me anything else profound you want to say?”

Chris didn't say a word as he stared at the dirty gray carpet....clean but that was the shade an ashy gray that looked cheap before you had a family walking over it, he clenched his fists gasping as his brother hit him in the stomach he laughed as he went down. Unlike Chris he had only the best, they have different fathers. While the same, Brad get's the side that will spoil him to make up for his shortcomings while the side that Chris gets....well he already has the clothes to cover up the bruising. Their father hadn't laid a hand on him in a while, but seemed satisfied that his favorite could do it.

“Worthless little shit, aren't you bigger than me? Do something asshole.” he growled.

He wouldn't dare, the time spent in the emergency room fighting Brad back....no he wouldn't do it he wanted to graduate and move anywhere...he didn't care where he just wanted to get away from them. He missed the father that wanted to toughen him up but was there for him too...but he wasn't sure what got to him.

That side had been gone too long.

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