I read the text again, because I was still in shock. Then I hit my head on the bed to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Sadly I wasn't. Knowing this person, they were probably really smart. They probably text me from a phone that couldn't be traced. Which means the police probably couldn't help. I had to take this into my own hands. I couldn't do this on my own. I needed help. I knew exactly who I needed to call. I pulled out my phone. I call the number. Then I hear a voice. "Hey Jesus I need your help."
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FanfictionJude Jacobs-Foster and Connor Stevens have a great relationship! there's trust,passion,humour, and love. But when things get out of hand, and someone gets hurt, will their love survive, or will it just be a memory?
