Breathe Beatrice, breathe.
I kept running. I can't live like this anymore. Everyone hates me. I'm not loved. I never was. Im tired of being abused and used. I was a slave in my own house. I was treated like an animal.
Finally I can be free. Or so I thought?
A/N: sorry this is super short but this is kinda like an introduction. Please leave feedback in the comments and vote. Love you guys!
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Abused and used// Daniel Seavey ; COMPLETED
Fanfiction"she's the love of my life." "he's the love of my life"
