*One week later*
My sweater hid everything. I walked in the house of my foster Dad. He stood at the door, like he had been waiting for me the whole time. He glared at me and pulled off his belt. He slammed the door behind me. Oh oh
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Miserable, Messed Up Life
General FictionLife. Full of twists an turns you often can't control. Samantha thought her life was perfect. Until Jayden came along.
