Prologue

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 Satan was standing behind me. Or at least, that's what it felt like.

“I will make you go to jail, I swear I will!”

“You’re a bitch, just like your m-.”

“Mother? Is that what you were going to say? I’m gonna tell her everything about you!”

He clutched my left hand and pressed it tightly, pushing me violently through my bedroom door. I was hurt but I kept looking straight in his dark blue eyes, pretending that I was not afraid or hurt.

“What are you gonna tell your mother? That you tried to stab me with her favourite kitchen knife because I asked you to stop mentioning that loner of a dad that you have?” Mike claimed.

We heard the door key turn in its lock. He let my hand and I immediately ran to my bed crying out loud. Pretending nothing happened. Pretending nothing was said or done.

Author's note:

Hello readers,

I am a new wattpad writer and so I am still kinda shaky with my work.I appreciate if you give me your feedback so I could take as consideration. Thank you all so much!!

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