Abused//Heath Hussar (ON HOLD)

Abused//Heath Hussar (ON HOLD)

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"You wouldn't understand." "Try me." •°•°• "Need a ride?" "Oh, I'm not a prostitute?" •°•°• "I'm broken." "Then I'll be your glue baby girl." •°•°• "No one will ever hurt you again." •°•°• "Are you okay?" "Depends on your definition of okay." ∆∆∆∆∆ Heath Hussar and his best friend Zane are driving back to their apartment, when they see a girl walking aimlessly down the street, bruised and lost. When Heath's eyes meet Amber's, his whole life has just been invaded by a broken, fragile girl.
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Astrid is running from a monster, the man who kidnapped her and forced her to breed his heirs. But she's escaped his clutches. Finding herself fleeing across countries with heavy baggage she finds her self dropped on the compound of the Viking Warriors by a glorious stroke of fate. Vidar has always dreamed of finding his Goddess, his other half. But what will he do when he finds out his destined other half has more than he ever bargained for. Will the great Vidar finally find love, or will Astrid fail in finding him? Read to find out... I can't move swiftly enough as I drop down to my knees to pick her up. Gazing at her face, I loop one arm under her knees, the other over her back. She's as cold as death, and barely conscious. Her pale grey eyes gaze at my with a strange combination of trust and terror. I gently pull her closer to me. "Shhh love, I got you now." "L-Liam..." Her voice shudders and her lips tremble, the cold has seeped through into her bones, and she's so tiny anyway she must be permanently cold. Walking towards the car for the baby I pull her closer to my chest. She's now flitting in and out of consciousness, but, as I hold her closer- hoping my body can give her some warmth- I feel the bump, small and distinct. Panic grips me. She's pregnant? But that baby can't be more than 9 months? In her white T-shirt I can see the bruises and cigarette burns littering her pale skin. Whatever has happened to her is beyond awful. But I'm here now. I've got her.

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