Saviour (A Harry Styles fanfic)
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Última publicación jue, ene 16, 2014
My names Georgia, my mum died when I was eleven and since then my life's has been down hill. After my mum died my father started to drink and abuse me. I couldn't take all of it I lost weight and harmed myself. I thought I could find someone I could trust again once I found Jared my boyfriend , well ex-boyfriend now. He wasn't better than my father maybe worse I still have nightmares about them. I needed to get away start new. Since I was eleven I saved money till the day I could leave the wicked place full of fear. I worked three jobs and had some money that was left from my mother to me. I left London and moved to Australia that's when my journey began.
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