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Not Me Or You. It's We, It's Us

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I never had a nice bond with my dad. He kicked me out of the house because he thought that i was a player, hooking up with other guys just for fun. I tried to tell him the truth that I'm not, he should believe his daughter. But, turns out I'm not his real daughter. He said I was adopted by him, more like I was forced on him by our mother, his sister who's dead now. Our real father? don't know where he is. Yes, me and my brother, my brother's currently somewhere i don't know and here I am, on the streets. And the person who spread this false news.... first to my father and then to everyone in university. was my own bestfriend, well someone who claimed to BE my bestfriend. Everyone distanced themselves from me. Said things about me that weren't even true. But... Him "why are you helping me? Don't you always make fun of me? How can i believe you're not here for your fun?" "Yes i do make fun of you, as a friend. But I would never make fun of you in this situation when you need help. I'm helping you as your friend. Even if you dont think of me as one. But just to let you know, right now, in this situation, It's not Me or You. It's Us. We will go through this together. I'll help you no matter what." Author's note :- (this story's genre is LGBTQ+ because there will be more than one kind of relationship) You will understand as the story unravels slowly.
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