3 weeks later...
With Devonté being a material witness to the abuse I suffered from the hands of that wretched woman, him and his Dad offered to let me stay there for as long as I needed. In the back of my mind I knew I couldn't stay there forever, eventually the witch was going to find me. I ducked and dodge mostly everybody at school, not wanting to run into Nate at any costs. Even if that meant eating my lunch in the bathroom stalls, or in the quietness of the library where I know he'd definitely not be at.
What the hell is gonna happen to me?
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The Coldest Winter.
Non-Fiction"𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦...
