Dear Kate,
Last night, you ran out of your house after your father screamed at you again but this time you went to your swing with a bloody lip. I wanted nothing more then to kill him for hurting you, how could someone raise a hand to your porcelain skin. Im sorry I didnt save you. Im sorry I didnt comfort you when you were crying. Im sorry I didnt bashed his skull in for hurting you. Im so angry I see red but I know if I go try to fight him he will hurt you more for me finding out.
Im sorry I cant take away your pain.
Sincerely, X
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Letters to Kate
Teen FictionKate and Xavier. Both abused and broken with hopes of a normal life. Will cheesy letters hidden on a playground bring them together? Or are they broken beyond repair? *Slow updates*
