Being a survivor of foster care, some of my stories tend to reflect a little dark. I know some look at my age and dismiss me. "He's only eighteen what does he know." You'd be surprised at what I've seen and heard. You may find this hard to believe, but I've been luckier than many.
Every night my love kisses the crescent moon burn scar on my chest. It was given me by an angry foster mom with the cigarette lighter from her car, I was seven. It was followed by an emergency re-homing. The more one is re-homed the less likely you are to find long term volunteer families.
Every night my love kisses the crescent moon burn scar on my chest. It was given me by an angry foster mom with the cigarette lighter from her car, I was seven. It was followed by an emergency re-homing. The more one is re-homed the less likely you are to find long term volunteer families.
Like I said, I've got something to build from when it comes to my stories. The new story I am working on has a little grit to it. I am a HUGE Victor Hugo fan. His work does inspire me as well. Z thinks I am silly but what's not to like about the romances and The Hunchback of Notre-Dame, Les Miserables, and my fav his drama Hernani. I read some of Fin de Satan and Dieu to Z, he doesn't like unfinished works. Note to self when I master time travel I will have to go back and tell the great author to finish his work. ;)
We found a club of sorts... it isn't my thing so I write. Z is having fun charming the locals and a few of the tourists. He can really move on the floor. I on the other hand have two left feet. His friend introduced me to something that tasted like black licorice. Hated it but had two more, I didn't want to be rude. Gonna have to learn how do to say "no thank you" in Greek.
Chase
Update... Woke up a couple hours a go head throbbing and Z holding me tight. He was worried and angry. Apparently alcohol and I don't mix well. Learned a new word today ouzo. Reports are that three shots turned into six or eight. Z was pissed when his boy staggered out on the dance floor. Until someone told him some tourist tried to sneak out of the club with me, and I was able to slither out of his grasp. Being double jointed and wicked skinny helps.
Z told me when we returned to the villa I was able to slip from his hands, strip naked and head for the pool. He went on to say I almost made it until he "caveman" carried me over his shoulder to the shower then bed. He wouldn't sleep until whatever was in my system purged, he thinks it was more than the ouzo. he looks so tired.
I feel stupid, and am still begging his forgiveness. He told me though I should have said no to the first ouzo, he and his friend should have watched me better. It would have been a beautiful moment, if I hadn't thrown up. He has been pouring bottle after bottle of water in me. At one point after cleaning up the vomit he remarked he didn't want to know how many brain cells I killed. I replied that I was sure they were only the weak ones. He laughed and I promised him to NEVER drink alcohol again.
Just put him to bed and he went out as soon as his head hit the pillow. God I do love watching him sleep. Don't want to kill the prepaid internet stick in the laptop and I am sleepy too. Last night aside, I love Santorini.
Nadir/Chase
Update... Woke up a couple hours a go head throbbing and Z holding me tight. He was worried and angry. Apparently alcohol and I don't mix well. Learned a new word today ouzo. Reports are that three shots turned into six or eight. Z was pissed when his boy staggered out on the dance floor. Until someone told him some tourist tried to sneak out of the club with me, and I was able to slither out of his grasp. Being double jointed and wicked skinny helps.
I feel stupid, and am still begging his forgiveness. He told me though I should have said no to the first ouzo, he and his friend should have watched me better. It would have been a beautiful moment, if I hadn't thrown up. He has been pouring bottle after bottle of water in me. At one point after cleaning up the vomit he remarked he didn't want to know how many brain cells I killed. I replied that I was sure they were only the weak ones. He laughed and I promised him to NEVER drink alcohol again.
Just put him to bed and he went out as soon as his head hit the pillow. God I do love watching him sleep. Don't want to kill the prepaid internet stick in the laptop and I am sleepy too. Last night aside, I love Santorini.
Nadir/Chase
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