Chapter 9: The liar is back

Chapter Nine: The liar is back.

 (Warning!.. you should not read the chapter if you are under 18 years old.”

 Sad voices were spreading along the endless void, and with their coldness that shocked his body with so many feelings, they made everything vague without a clear explanation, he was feeling cold... cold and nothing else, but it was not the same as the usual cold.

 All he could think of were the soft, warm hands of a girl who hugged him nonstop, until all the world ended in her hands.

 Hearing those undulating dances of sea foam hit his bare feet, he opened his eyes once more to reality again.

 He thought of one thing that made him really frustrated, something he gave people on a plate of gold, but he eats of it with his bare hands.

 'Josh' said

 "Keep silent only to yourself...Think that it's always cold and there's nothing but a burnt match and wet wood in front of you. Always think of helplessness that way.. That's how I feel every day."

 "But I've always found a coat in the middle of that cold, but again that same coat... full of holes and holes."

 "Then what.. Will I benefit from my poor advice? This.. This is really annoying... It's very annoying that you have something inside of you and you don't have the person who hears this, I myself do not want to hear these words except me and here hovering the problem."

 "Huh.. if I had a girl just to tell her about everything.. it would have been easier than deceiving myself in front of people and then come back with a heavy weight."

 "But at the same time I'm afraid.. I'm afraid to complain about my gulp and find a terrifying aversion." 'Josh' raised his hands in front of his head and placed them on his stomach and moved them slightly in a circular manner.

 "I will always...and never get cold without getting a new match or a full coat...this life will always go on and start making me colder alone."

 “Or, but.. for a moment, if you think about this earthly life, which is nothing but an ambiguous test, the result, you may realize that it is just a nihilistic life that has no value other than the zero number, but.. but.. and a lot of BUT.. Why is everyone toiling and trying despite their knowledge? With this... is it really just accepting fate?"

 They were very strange ideas for a young man in his prime, who sometimes wondered what if I lived the life of a very ordinary teenager.

 He knew that his excessive thinking only prevented him from feeling depressed, and he also knew that negative thinking would not help his situation.

 But always something simple happens that he may not notice, causing him many problems that he creates in his mind, so he believes that even after crossing the stage of sadness there will be another sadness waiting for him.

 As if the whole world is against him, but in reality no one will care for him or anyone, everyone will still want to benefit himself and they will not and will not care about anyone else's problems but themselves, and it is possible for some of them to come out with sentences such as "Everything will go one day, just be patient." or "It's all just a period and you'll run away without coming back."

 But he will and will remain the only person who cares for himself is himself, when he finds a way to make himself happy, he will find happiness.

 But again, where will he find this happiness as it rises above a rope of sorrows until it is finally cut off by a sea of ​​depression?

 Or in a clearer sense, since he is around a group of people who are as good or worse than his situation, he will always see that one day his situation will be like them, and he will remain afraid of when this bad will come.

 "Everything is unknown and vague until it happens, and I will continue to fail silently until the end of time."

 Then again to no avail, he reached out, grabbed his phone, and took up a porn site.

 He started searching for a long time.. his penis was erect but couldn't find anything that aroused him to the point of complete orgasm.

 After getting bored, and a lot of searching, he threw his phone next to him and put his hand under his pants, then we masturbated.

 He looked at the ceiling of his room with eyes devoid of emotion, his breath was starting to return to normal after the many movements that had wasted almost all of his energy.

 Then he closed his eyes and slowly opened them again after wiping his hand from the top of his forehead to the tip of his chin.

 He followed her with a smile while exhaling hard, until some drops of saliva came out and returned to him, his tone and features were sad and at the same time he did not know why he smiled.

 With the darkness of the place due to the thick clouds that began to appear these days in a very strange way, and not like before, it has become more dense than before.

 He heard a sound beside the window, it was like a quick scratch on the glass, he looked out the window and kept looking, he wanted to move but he just couldn't and kept on the ground as if waiting for something to happen.

 It was the shadow of a cat.

 .

 .

 "Why don't you put your hands around her neck and do it? Isn't that the thing that will end it all?" 'Leon' said the homeless

 "Or you can kill her, or you can kill yourself..." he continued.

 "It will stay like this...just do it." He was smiling.

 "You're just stalling, Leon... you're just stalling." Suddenly he moved to the empty corner of the kitchen.

 It was with every word he uttered that made 'Leon' feel that everything was wrong.

 At that time he did not know who this homeless was and why he was saying all those words, sometimes he felt that he was watching him nonstop, when he was taking a shower, when he went out, when he slept and even when he masturbated.

 His feeling was mixed between fear and constant embarrassment that someone would see him in a disgraceful position.

 "Kill her.. you will be fine on your own you know this, you yourself want this, so why do you deceive yourself?.. why lie?"

 He began to exhale with difficulty, tensely drawing the mucus from his nose.

 His mother was sitting in front of him with her vague features as she chewed the food with difficulty, some residue with some saliva fell on her dress, it was as if tons of iron had hit the ground hard in front of 'Leon'.

 "It might just be deceiving you."

 The cup was overflowing with black water, 'Leon' yelled annoyed, a look of anger on his face.

 Grab a plate of mashed potatoes and onions and throw it firmly against the wall.

 Some of it was scattered in the corner of the place and hung from it on the wall, and with the sound of the glass that smashed together, he realized for a moment that what he had done was wrong.

 He was worried about that homeless old man, he felt that all he wanted at the time was only to feed his mother calmly.

 The homeless stared at him, annoyed, after all his facial expressions faded. "You fooled yourself again."

 Leon hit his head hard, as if he felt his head was the cause.. he breathed a strong gasp accompanied by some tears.

 Then he looked at his mother, but to no avail.. Then he looked to his side in terms of the scattered food, and shook his head, moved his lips as if he resembled a fish and repeated it several times, he was thinking.

 He went to the food and the glass of the broken plate was broken and began to collect it with his hands. He wiped the floor, collecting food in one pile, saying, "This old man was babbling, don't worry about him..."

 "Uh, I'm sorry, I'll mash my food and give it to you..." He felt his panties pressing hard against his buttocks and penis.

 He reached for his pants and pulled his underwear down. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. sorry sorry sorry sorry.. I'm sorry.. it was because of him, not me."

 "You heard him, didn't you?" He turned as he spoke as if looking for the old man.

 He looked at his mother and started to move his hand strangely, it had some blood on it from the cut himself.

 Then suddenly calmed down............

 Silence solution...

 ......

 He took himself to the bathroom, leaving everything behind. He turned on the shower with cold and hot water as much as he could, and went under it.

 The water was not cold or hot, but both. Sometimes it came down hot and sometimes it was cold.

 He didn't take off his clothes or anything, he was afraid that the old man would see him naked.

 He would stick his head in the shower and take him out to breathe and then return the ball.

 Everything was strange.. he didn't know what to think, he wanted to talk to himself but he started to stutter, so all he did was turn around while eating the skin of his fingers.

 .

 .

 "Huh!!..ah.. ah.. ah.. ah.. mm... ah.. ah.. ah.. ah.. ah.. ah.. ah.. ah.. ah.. ha.. !!.. huh!!.. ah!.."

 With the sound of their breath, groans staggered outside the walls of the small apartment.

 There was no light to illuminate the place, except for the streetlight that barely reached the window.

 "Uh...ah...ah...ah, huh!...kiss me..."

 Sweat poured down their bare bodies, despite the cold weather.

 "Huh... does it feel... good?"

 "Ah...mm...that...wonderful."

 Then he pulled out his dick and tossed it outside. Lesia looked at him silently while taking a breath.. At that time she wanted to say something, but she was silent.

 She relaxed her numb feet and moved away a little from the spot of blood that covered the white bedding.

 "Tracy..." she said to Cia.

 "millimeter?" He replied while sitting on the edge of the bed on the floor.

 "do you love me?"

 "And what a silly question..."

 "Just answer."

 "Of course, and who else is mine?" He went and lay next to her.

 "Even if I did the worst of things?"

 He replied, “Most important.” He nodded.

You are reading story Broken bed: New world worse than everything at novel35.com

 Even if you killed someone? You looked at him and waited for an answer.

 Tracy was amazed at this question so he just looked at her silently, and then said, "Ah.. I don't think I can judge by words, hehe.. I mean, if this thing happened in front of me, my answer might be different."

 "Then what's your answer?"

 "My answer is, the sound of drums...it would be ninety-nine percent yes." He said it with a smile.

 Leia looked at him for a while, feeling his light beard. He was quite handsome, with black hair and a beard that had been dyed a dark brown.

 "Didn't you like my answer?" Tracy said.

 "No, but I didn't expect it a bit."

 "Oh... as..."

 "Next time I ejaculate inside, it's annoying when it's on my stomach." Sia interrupted him, groping her chest.

 "But you know, getting pregnant will increase the expenses and I may not be able to pay it."

 "No, I take birth control pills.. and I can find a job, so next time, just do it indoors."

 "Hm..." Tracy said, then came back and said, "So... do you want to do it again?"

 "No, I'm tired. I want to sleep." She turned her body to the other side.

 There was silence again for a few minutes, until Tracy approached and hugged Lesia from behind.

 "Hey!..get away. I want to sleep."

 "No, it's cold."

 She didn't say anything after that for some reason she wanted to show him an annoyed expression, but she really wanted that hug without telling him to.

 At that moment, Sia thought of something.. She really wanted a child from this man.

 ...

 It's 5:31 am.

 Despite the long, non-stop night, and at that moment she felt really strangely comfortable despite not being able to sleep, this was strange for her, as I had read several articles saying that a woman after having sex, will sleep for a long time.

 But now the opposite has happened, and despite the three hours she slept, the feeling of comfort still pervaded her being.

 Fajr was really the best time for her, for some reason she loved him and this may be due to the strange calm in this period, as she does not hear the sounds of cars or people or anything.

 I went to the small bathroom, which had a toilet and a small sink above which was a clean mirror, and beside them there was a small shower, I turned on the light, which was dim at first, until it began to brighten up.

 I looked at her face in the mirror for a few seconds while groping her cheek and lips, she was a normal normal girl with a normal body, she was thinking of many things.

 Her head was round, with puffy cheeks, brown eyes, and short black hair. Then she grabbed one of her breasts and moved it up and down while she was still looking.

 I smiled and then quickly removed the smile.

 I thought for a moment, was what I did right? .. Or was it wrong? Then I entered into something deeper.. She said, "Is what I did of my own free will or was it a written destiny?"

 "Would I have done this anyway.. that means that what I'm doing is right... but..."

 In the end, everything has become a question mark. She did not know what she was going to do and why she did this. In any case, she still feels that her life is going to waste.

 "Should I stay?"

 .

 .

 A long time ago.

 "How much did you sell it for?"

 "Low price, don't worry about it." Paul said.

 Josh replied, "You open up a topic and then you make it vague."

 "Why would you bother because it's just an old phone?"

 "Until... answer me with you..."

 "It stole... it was stolen when you went to sell it... did you feel comfortable?" Paul replied, interrupting him.

 "Huh?..ah..more important..sorry."

 "Idiot with blisters, why are you sorry.. did you steal it without my knowledge?" I smile.

 "Then you want to try to turn it around on me, plastic bottle head." Josh said.

 "Heh... heh... I'm sorry too."

 "Why?"

 They were talking without looking at each other.

 "Because I haven't met you for a while...you know the work has married me, even self-improvement books have started selling them because I no longer benefit from them due to lack of time."

 "Bov.. don't worry, I forgive you and you, your father is more important than me anyway."

 "Actually my father.. can you believe that I am busy with work and sometimes even forget to bring food to him and me."

 "Paul, please, do you need anything? I can ask my parents to send some more money and I'll tell them it's for school, don't worry."

 "..no..no. I really thank you."

 "Dude, I know you don't like taking anything from anyone, but it can get you in trouble." Josh said

 "Okay, what do I do?" Paul sighed. "I'll work until luck opens its doors for me, and I doubt it."

 "..." Josh calmed down.

 Then he said, "In the name of luck...although I don't want to say this, but well, when I was going to school..."

 Paul looked at him and said, "Hmm."

 Josh continued, "When I went to school while I was on the road... Uh, do you know the road near the girls' school at that photographer?"

 "Hm..yes, I knew him."

 "Good.. well then there was someone in front of me, he seemed normal to me and I walked without caring, but oh my God he really terrified me when he came to me and hugged me."

 "Hehe, because you're beautiful," Paul said sarcastically.

 "Shut up, I'm still afraid... and secondly, look at this face for your sake, is this the face of a beautiful person?"

 "Okay.. go on, go on."

 "Anyway, after he hugged me, he started to bring his face closer to mine and moved his lips as if he wanted to kiss me.. he says erase... erase."

 "Wait, then why didn't he let go of his hands?" Paul said, trying to hide his laughter.

 "Come on, his hands were the size of this pillar... and guess what the most annoying thing was, he was a dumb guy."

 "What a scandal, hey... a dumb guy attacked you," Paul said with a grin.

 "Hell, I'm telling you a new source of fear for me and you're laughing," said Josh. "It's good that the owner of the photo shop ran away and got me away from him and I knew that guy doesn't speak and doesn't hear."

 "It's a good thing he didn't rape you. You'd have been walking like this for a week." He stood and began to move away with his feet.

 Paul continued, "Huh... so I think I should go, you know."

 "Oh." Josh stood on his feet to walk together until they climbed up and away from their secret place where they met to stop masturbation.

 "By the way, Paul... how much have you not masturbated?"

 Paul replied, "Come on, do you really think I have time to do it?"

 "Just answer."

 "You are...at first," Paul said.

 "Yesterday I did it."

 "Damn it, why?"

 "Something pissed me off, so how much are you?" said Josh.

 "About a week..I'm trying to move forward and leave it to the end."

 "Oh... you've become really resistant to it." He said it with a smile.

 He had always felt that he was really disgusted with what he did to her. He felt some jealousy from his friend, but what had overwhelmed the situation was sadness... because he was now looking at his friend and saying goodbye to him without completing what was inside of him.

 He really wanted to stay with him more and talk, but he didn't know what, and how he would force him to stay, so all he did was keep quiet.

 But he thought of something else, and that was.. "Why should I contradict myself?"

You can find story with these keywords: Broken bed: New world worse than everything, Read Broken bed: New world worse than everything, Broken bed: New world worse than everything novel, Broken bed: New world worse than everything book, Broken bed: New world worse than everything story, Broken bed: New world worse than everything full, Broken bed: New world worse than everything Latest Chapter