I once had a boyfriend named Clayton. We were the cutest couple ever! Even though we both had some issues and we both were in foster care we cared a lot about each other. When Valentines day came around of course I saved up my spare change and got him something with a card I made in art class. It said “I’ll love you always” but I was too scared to give it to him. What if he didn’t like it? So on Valentines night after school he asked to come over but I told him he couldn’t, “I had homework to do”. The card I was going to give him said, “I’ll love you always”. I decided I was being stupid and I went to bed. That night I woke up though, something was dripping on me. I turned on the light and on my wall in blood was written “I’ll Love You Always… Can I come Over Tonight????” It turns out Clayton’s biological father had found him and shot him, and Police tested it… that was Clayton’s blood on my wall.
(Sent in by Clarissa)
=( sad story
thats creepy and sad at last.
i mean sad when the story finished
Awwe is it true? I cant imagine how I would of felt if that happend to my boyfriend!