My ruins

It was always just a fight and an argument. The only word was a stranger with me and my wandering soul. My father was so strange to me when I was XNUMX years old that I brought the first son into my life. Instead of the father of the family, all the things I did not have were called Ramin. We were XNUMX years old. The phone rang when we realized that it was Carmen. His name was Mohammad. He was XNUMX years old. He was a beautiful child, but at that time I did not know what a beautiful child was. Now he was in touch with my mother's phone. P I reached where you would like to go. I said the name of the place, but he went to a dark and secluded place against my will. He turned off the car and I pulled him in his arms. I reached my lips and I was still silent, I was unaware of sex and its strange world, but the lust in her existence was dangerous for Arlam. Ham attacked me and put his hand on my leg. I was trembling with fear. I was ready to be beaten by my father a thousand times, but I escaped from the hell that had been created for me on that chair. At the end of the day, I was overwhelmed by crying and he threatened me that if I did not want him to do it, he would inform my friend. I was more scared.Then I listened like a lamb, he pulled my pants down, sent Kirshu down to my feet and pushed him with his hands, because he was behind the pheromone. I hated, he cleaned our pair with a handkerchief and moved to the destination of our blood. I did not know what time it was, but he was sure a bad beating was waiting for me when I got home. It was XNUMX o'clock. And I counted the blows written by the doll