Game of Life

Game of Life

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"Baby. Baby, please. Please wake up," he pleaded. All that could be heard was the beeping of the machines. It had been three days since the accident, and he hadn't left her side. Three days of anxiety. Three days of torture. Three days of anguish. Three days of hoping for progress. As he awoke the third day, he knew something would happen. He knew there would be a change, but he had no idea of what was coming. "Con, honey, I think you need to go home and get some rest," Mrs. Joann sighed. "We can call you if something happens." "With all due respect, I can't do that today. Something is going to happen today. I can feel it. I can't not be here for her." "I know you love my daughter, and I'm thankful she has a wonderful guy like you. But, you've been here---" She was interrupted by a deafening noise coming from her daughter's machines. It was happening.
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*new cover* I'm living in a house made of glass. I'm scared to move, to breathe, to think. I'm afraid. Any wrong move and I get yelled at, a broken rule and I get beat up...he's not even my father and I'm stuck in his own fucked up version of reality. My own mother is the reason he has me, the reason my family lost me. A broken, lost mafia princess living in the wrong story, taken from the right one. I've been in foster care all my life, until them...my brothers. I am saved by them when my shattered heart was about to turn into stone and when my cries would become echoes in the walls of the prison I was bestowed upon. I was months old when I was stolen from my family. 17 years had to go by for them to finally find me. My dad, my four older brothers..one of which I'll soon discover is my twin. My missing half. Will they be able to mend my shattered soul or will I remain broken and alone? TW: rape, abuse, assault, attempted suicide, strong language - Warning: contains teenage pregnancy SHE DOES KEEP THE BABY STOP SNAPPING AT ME DAMMIT...respectfully <3 *Edited*...sort of

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