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6 months later ...
Dear Kitten,
I'm not mad . I love you. I've been so worried about you , so much. Every since that night you told me about your pregnancy , I've wanted to commit myself to you. For death do us apart. I wanted to run away so far and fast with you precious.. but you ran without me. I haven't seen you , nor has your father, your friends as well. You told me never touch a bottle of whiskey ever so I can get better. You helped me onmy nights of stressful days , and I can never repay you enough . Thank you so much. But..I couldn't do it no more. I been drinking every night , every morning and beating through my depression pills every day. I want to leave , or find you . My heart couldn't take your absence any longer. I would stare at your exact seat every day in 3rd seeing nothing but memories and times I would catch you dreaming . Well baby I'm dreaming, I wish I was. Now sitting on top or this bridge , remembering your elegance and beauty I have neverless words . It's my time now. ...I love you Bethlyn . And Hanna...i like it..
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The detectives set the paper on the table as I couldn't help but sob. I covered my own mouth to avoid more noise making and wails.
"We found his body on March 2 . At exactly 10 : 54 at night. Harold Styles , yeah?" I sobbed more nodding my head.
"What were your relations with this man?" Another detective asked me sympathetically.
I shook my head putting my head down crying to the floor. I had to hold it in , I don't want to be seen vulnerable..
"He was ...he was ..a father like man who was there for me because my dad couldn't who also had sexual relations with his student Bethlyn Moore." I coughed rubbing my nose.
I looked up at the cops and detectives who were dumb founded . I than looked at the camera that was keeping me live on channel 11 .
"I loved him , he loved me. He was mine , I was his . ...He was a father like man who was there for me when my dad couldn't. And also had sexual relations with me, Bethlyn Moore . Age 15. See you soon Daddy" I smiled at the camera seeing tears were rushing down my face.
This is what we are now...
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Broken Cravings (REVISING AND REWRITING)
Teen FictionIn this story, a 15-year-old girl grows feelings for her 34-year-old teacher, but little does she know the man has dark secrets. Can her angelic, innocent aura fight off his demonic ways before she changes for the worse? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
