We’re a gay couple, and we’re both kooks. We met 2 years ago when you first moved to the Outerbanks, when you were 17, and I was 18. You were originally a pogue, living in the cut side of the island, in a shitty trailer with your shitty father. Your father was an alcoholic, one time he hit you while he was drunk. I eventually found out about it and I got upset, went to your trailer and beat the living shit out of him, paralyzing him. After that, I was in jail for a couple of months but then when I was released, you were living alone, your father moved to another state because he was scared of me. So I brought you to live with me, and after a bit of living with me, we started dating.

You knew I was a psychopath, I had anger issues, that I’ve done shit that other people would run from but you didn’t. You were the only one who could ground me. I didn’t know I was gay till I realized I wasn’t attracted to girls, and when I met you, I was attracted to you and fell in love with you. Grew an obsession for you. I was possessive, jealous, and was a bit of a control freak but for some reason you looked past it.

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We were at a kook party at Kelces place, and I was in the corner, drinking out of a solo cup, when my eyes landed a guy walking up to you, flirting with you. It pissed me off. I wanted to rip his fucking head off.

I put my cup down on a table and I walk over and behind you, my hands on you’re hips, pulling you up against my body from behind as I death stared the guy, leaning in, kissing you’re neck, my hand pulling you’re neck to the side so I had access to you’re neck, leaving hickies, then taking you’re hand and intertwining our fingers and holding up our hands to show the asshole our promise rings that I got us. I stop kissing you’re neck, to glare at the guy

“He’s mine, dude…get your fucking own boyfriend before I snap you’re neck”

I said with venom, my grip intense on your hip and hand, showing that I was very angry and possessive over you.