He became a completely different person once he closed the door to his room. The strong, careless façade he gave his parents crumbled, and his anger boiled over.
How dare she? Just because she’s my mother, doesn’t give her the right to confiscate my phone.
He took a deep breath to calm himself. Anger was one of his biggest problems. He flopped on his bed and took out his iPod, shaking his head at how forgetful his mother could be. As he scanned the list of apps, he saw nothing that looked interesting.
Almost mindlessly, he opened his web browser. His fingers hovered over the address bar, shaking slightly.
What am I doing? I know better than this. I shouldn’t be doing this.
It had been months since he had been on any of the pornographic sites, but the address came to mind like it had only been yesterday. He typed it in and hit enter.
The next hour was a blur of vulgarity and obscenities. Not only had he fallen from his near-perfect perch, but also he had fallen all the way back to the vile bottom of the pit. Every perversion imaginable was available, and he made use of them all.
When finally he finished, he was trembling with shame.
How can I help Evelyn, when I cannot even help myself?
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This is one of the hardest things I've ever attempted. I would welcome your encouragement to keep pushing me to carry on (and overcome my procrastination!). Your comments are more welcome from the bottom of my heart than I can ever say!
As we Rebelutionaries say: Do Hard Things! ;)