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I've been waiting for this moment from 14 years old when my brother left. He was the only one i could talk to he is only 2 years older than me. I am now 18. I packed my belongings and left the house. I came home from a boring day at school ready to engage in conversation with Jack my older brother. But instead my parents sit me down and tell me he left for my own good. I didn't get it. Did i mention i love him like a brother shouldn't but a boyfriend should. I knew he was gay. He knew i was gay. We never told anyone but eachother. We didn't fool around we just gossiped a lot. When i found out he left i felt like my world was falling apart. Somehow i got his number and i anonymously started to text him. But today i told him who i really was and that since in 18 im leaving and coming to him. He didn't object. I left the house and loaded up the taxi. My mum came out freaking and cursing at me."Fuck off im going to Jack and you cant stop me!" i yelled and got in the taxi. I ended up in London. I called a cab and asked them to take me to the 'Xavier mansion'. The driver looked at me weirdly but in no time i ended up outside a gigantic white mansion.
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