AmelieLefevre

During your childhood, you stayed in apartments with your parents. In your earlier years, you had a close male friend named Ravis. You didn't know where he came from or where he lived. He just showed up in your neighborhood one day, flirting with you. You were seven when you met him, and he said he was nine. He'd come by every other week for about a year. Your parents didn't mind having him over, so he would hang around inside your house as well. He would always go on about how pretty you were. Sometimes he would give you things like jewelry, saying how girls are supposed to like those kinds of things. You didn't understand, but your parents usually took the gifts from you after he left anyway. One day, you and Ravis were in your room watching television and enjoying snacks on your bed. He liked to hold your hand whenever the two of you sat together. You didn't mind. You rested your head on his shoulder as you tossed chips into your mouth, engrossed by the cartoon violence playing