The following is my first story it is all fiction. I might put a part 2 if there's interest in it. Sorry in advance for the grammar mistakes. I'm not the best at writing. Please give me constructive criticism if you have any. Enjoy
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Steven was your average college kid. He went to parties did good at school and was super involved on campus. He had always dated women and had one of the hottest girls on campus to claim as his own. Steven was from rural Georgia and grew up in a backwoods part of the country where interracial marriages and gay marriages still weren't accepted. Steven was more open to the world than his town, which was a major reason why he left to attend the college. Steven always felt deep down that he was attracted to guy and girls, however the repercussions of dating a guy would have destroyed his relationships with his peers and family back home. For the reasons Steven always kept the thoughts in the far back of his mind.
Steven was well known on campus and was the person the guys wanted to hang around and the guy the ladies wished their boyfriends could be more like. Steven was seen as an attractive white guy with perfect white teeth, jet black hair, slim but non masculine body, a thick charming southern accent, and he was 5 '10. Steven wasn't too blessed downstairs only a 4 Β½ inch dick, but what he lacked in size he made up for in personality and looks.
One day in November Steven was driving home from a party he had a few drinks, but not as many as he would of liked. He was driving his girlfriend Sarah home. Once he dropped her off he made his way in his big F-150 home. The drive was quit boring. The entire road was nonstop woods. Steven was half asleep trying to get to his house. All of a sudden he felt a thump and the truck started to spin. The truck spun out into a ditch and Steven blacked out.
When he woke up it was morning and he was handcuffed to a hospital bed. An overweight cop in a tan uniform was sitting in the corner reading a magazine. "You got lucky son" said the cop.
Steven in a very crackly voice asked where he was at and what had happened.
The cop responded that he had ran over a bicyclist and he spun out and banged his head on the steering wheel and got a concussion.
Steven was horrified he couldn't remember even seeing a bicyclist at any point on the way home.
Steven asked if they were alright, to which the cop put down the magazine and said that they lived however they suffered so bad that the chance of them ever walking, talking, or doing anything normal again was low. The officer also told him that they found a 2.5 BAC in Stevens blood, which was way over the legal limit.
Steven began to cry softly in the hospital bed, he felt so much pain for his situation but he felt even more for the person whose life he ruined.