Mama's Boy

13

Angel

"That was something last night, hmm?" I ask, lying beside S in the bed. She smiles and nods. Sex never felt good. I loved being in control and taking over.

I'm turned over facing S, who's lying on her back but her face towards me. "I don't wanna go to school..." I complain, S smiles in return.

"Wanna skip?"

She shrugs her shoulders unsure of an answer. "We are together every day. Tomorrow is the weekend."

I kiss my teeth before sitting up. "You're right."

I lean back down to kiss her sweet lips, then get up to go to the bathroom. "Was I too rough?" I yell from the bathroom. I hear her stand and walk over to me. I look over let out a small chuckle, as I watch her shaking legs. "Maybe just a little?"

"I liked it." she signs her cheeks glowing red.

"So do you like that I'm dominant?" she nods her head, still red. I love when she gets flustered and embarrassed over little things. "Good."

I walk over turning on the shower, "Wanna join?" Her face which I thought could be redder was in fact redder. Her eyes widen slightly and she looks away from me before shamelessly nodding her head. I can't help but giggle, her shyness is cute.

When we finish showering, we hop out and then get dressed. Last night was amazing, but the thought of S's self-harm hurts. "Light? Please don't hurt yourself?"

She looked up at me then back down in guilt. "Look, I know that it's hard just to stop. There's other ways you know," I say trying to sound as comforting as I can. "I would be happy to help you. We could look for other options that don't cause so much damage."

She nods her head but still looks down. Her health, physically and mentally is so important to me. I will do anything to make sure she's happy, she's that valuable.
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S waits for me as I put my books in my locker. Unfortunately, her brother can't go one day without bothering her. "Hey, how does it feel living in a box?" he says knowing damn well, she's living with me.

"Oh my god, you're obsessed. You bother us every fucking day! Leave us alone, you're getting on my nerves," I say, slamming my locker shut and grabbing a hold of S's hands. We walk away from him and we find S's friends so we join up with them.

We all engage in conversation, talking about classes and what people are doing for Valentine's. I was thinking of bringing S to this cute spot I found online. It's quite a hike there but hopefully, it's worth it. I know it's common and not at all creative but I wanna tell her I love her.

I love everything about her, her personality and physical characteristics. It was hard to hide it from her but I made this cute gift basket with her favorite things. There's a long list of things I love about her in there as well.

I kissed her goodbye when I reached my class. I already miss her, I may be a little obsessed. I just love her so much.

I recently have been calling her, Light. I believe a nickname proves someone's importance in the other person's life. You care so much for them, they have a nickname. I decided to call her Light as it proves her importance.

Light, the object is a symbol of life. Light means happiness and shines the world with its presence. They lead you through a tunnel of darkness, whether that's physically or mentally. Being a persons light or seeing a light, it's almost the same meaning.

S is my light. She brings me happiness and shines my world with her presence. I knew she was kind just by seeing her, S is the light of my life.

I don't think she knows why I call her that, but she thinks it's for good reason. If she ever asks I would gladly tell her. She deserves to know how special she is to me.