Chapter 1

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If I didn't run away that day, none of this would have happened. My best friend Amanda would've been alive, her brother James, may still be married, my sister could've been saved from a 17 year Prison sentence and I wouldn't be, well, pregnant. I know what your thinking, how could all these things happen because of one stupid mistake, well that's why I'm here. To tell you how this story began and hopefully, where it ended. That's if there's an actual ending.

Before I begin this traumatic tale, let me introduce myself. I'm Elenâ Rojielo the daughter of the greatest actor, Rafael, weird name for an English person right, wrong, I'm from Spain.

Both my parents died in a car accident when I was just 2. It was so big, it hit the Spanish daily mail, couldn't even fit the front page. Thats why I don't really know much about them. I was brought up by my grandad, he was my rock. But then he caught cancer. The doctors tried and tried, surgery after surgery until there was no hope. Every night I'd pray to God that he would recover. But my prayers didn't help. He got weaker and weaker. He looked so damaged and ailing. His blood-eyes tortured me like a knife being plunged into my heart, over and over. I couldn't bare it! What did he do to deserve this?
The day I was dreading crept is way forward. Granddads death... He perilously filled his fragile lungs with one last breath, as his body was dragged away. A tear oozed down my cheek. How could this happen? The one person I loved and he was gone, and was never coming back.😓

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 04, 2016 ⏰

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