Necklace

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Styler POV:

My dad one of the sweetest men alive.

When sober.

I haven't seen him sober since I was 3

I'm 15 now and I'm used to being beaten and touched. Ill never like it or accept what he's doing as right, but there's nothing I can do to stop it, or ill just end up like my mom, dead.

He killed her because she threatened to call the cops. He didn't want her around so now he takes out all his frustrations on me and his "sexual needs" he just killed my mom last year.

It is still hard for me to handle, and knowing he can do the Same to me doesn't make it any better on me. I'm terrified to leave my room. He will see me and remember all his anger towards life.

My mom always told me that when she dies I get her necklace, I know where it is but I'm afraid that my dad will notice it's gone and claim me as a thief. I think I'm going to risk it and get it.

I walked into my living room, glad my dad was at work. I opened up the drawer and saw the necklace under a stack of papers. While searching moving the packets of paper I came across one saying "Adoption Form"

I decided to read it. After reading it I was shocked at what I found.

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Author's note:

Hi I'm Kiera c: I just made this account and decided to write this. Tell me if you like it xp thank you!!

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 23, 2014 ⏰

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