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Alicia Strafford lives in a small house with her over protective step father, drunken mother, and her three older brothers who don't know the meaning of the word nice but one night, when she's looking for her cat she meets a young man but he isn't what he seems but Alicia doesn't know. Alicia starts to fall for him but what happens when you find out a secret that could break your heart and ruin your life? Alicia doesn't know, how is she supposed to push past the line of betrayal? Lust? And hatred? Can she love him for who he is or hate him for what he's done? * An agitated sigh escapes my lips and I hoist myself up onto the branch and swing one leg over one side and keep the other on the other side. I give the man a pointed look, “see? I can get him without your help.” His eyes now shine with entertainment. He nods once, “now, how are you going to get him down?” I open my mouth to answer then close it. I didn’t think about that. How am I supposed to climb back down the tree? I could barely climb up it! I hesitate, “Actually, I didn’t think about that.” *
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Don't read for your own good lawlz. On my way to my bedroom, I passed by my Mother’s door. I gripped the handle tightly, and I slowly turned it. The door creaked as I slowly opened it. I closed my eyes as the door opened to a full. I opened my eyes, and scanned them over the disaster room. Her bed was a mess, and glass was shattered. The potted plant she had was broken and dirt was strown everywhere. She had a pile of dirty laundry in the corner, and there was blood spots on the floor, but not enough to scream murder. She wasn’t dead. My mother was not dead. Valeri's mother is missing, and nobody can find her, nobody expect for a charming young man who goes by Alexander. Will this man bring her trouble, can she trust him? As they search for her, will their relationship grow? What's his secret? What's her secret?

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