When Ava's dad had made sure she was okay and feeling better he sat down on a small, rickety chair next to the bed. He took her small hand in his large one and looked her in the eye.
"Ava. You're not safe here. I can't continue to do this to you. I-I'm hand in myself in. To social services."
Then there came a knock on the door.
Please turn to a chapter entitled '12'
YOU ARE READING
Make Your Story
RandomSo this is one of those stories where you pick something at the end of each chapter and it says 'go to chapter #' and then it makes a story and everyone gets different stories. Okay. Bye. ((Does contain scenes of violence)) ((Dedicated to @Its-onl...
