Jaiden's Journal

Jaiden's Journal

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing1h 16m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 13, 2018
Jaiden was only 20 for an hour the night her life changed forever. Haunted by the events of her own kidnapping and attempted murder, she heads back to Louisiana where her heart and soul belong when the case runs cold and when her sister needs a fresh start. With the help of her Grandparents and with her youngest sister by her side, she begins to get back on her feet and is coming to terms with everything that happened when she makes a discovery that blows a 60 year old murder case wide open, forcing her to face what happened to her. The ghosts of Jaiden's past come back in agonizing waves as she deals with parents who don't care, a sister who is struggling to grow up without violence, Child Protective Services breathing down her neck, and a dark secret hidden deep within her own family. Enter Jaiden's Journal if you dare.
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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.

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