AN: I'm pretty sure I'll write more later tonight but I'm exhausted and i wanted to make sure something went up today.
Hustler Justin XXXVIII Whore In A Hoody
He’s still crying but he’s stopped struggling. I release his arms and he pulls away from me, moving to the far corner. His knees are pulled up and his forehead is resting on them. He’s hiding. “Justin.” He ignores me, or doesn’t hear me. “Justin.” A little louder this time. He’s finally aware of me again and he stands up. But he doesn’t move towards me. He opens his bedroom door and has it shut and locked before I can even get to him. I bang on it. “Justin!” I hear the other two locks click. Now I’m scared. “Justin.”