My Key

My Key

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Kill or be killed - its the story of my life. On my twelfth birthday my father handed me a key. He told me to guard it with my life. That afternoon there was a knock on the door. My father told me to run and hide, and to call grandma if he doesnt come back. I hid under the staircase, but i left the door open a crack so i could hear what was happening. My dad paced across the room. Suddenly two burly men burst through the door. They asked him where the key was. He tried to reason with them but they wouldn't have it. That day, from our little closet under the stairs, I watched my father beng stabbed to death. Thos two men who killed my father, are now out to kill me.
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Life is a choice. Two friends inseparable; but in life who you fall inlove with can become your biggest MISTAKE. This story takes a turn on how love and revenge get mixed up. Come and meet a young girl who fell inlove with her enemy in persuit of her brother's murderer. But little does she know that the family she has is just a facade. Will she fall or rise above it all? _Something about him seemed off. I was about to say something when he began to talk. "Tell me, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" "Excuse me!? You called me for this?" I gestured to the both of us. "I don't have time for this. My family is-" "Waiting for you?" The man cackled. "They are fooling you." My eyes widened at that statement. My heart beat sped up. I wanted to talk but couldn't find the words. "Sweetie, the people you are gladly calling parents AREN'T your parents. Your so called mom isn't a day over twenty. Your dad-he's nothing but a phony." By now I was crying Justin a River._ Read more to find out(I wrote this story as a sequel to the first book I wrote...unfortunately I lost it. It was called *A passion for revenge* ) Don't hesitate to vote, comment and share. I'd love to know what you guys are thinking❤it is also UNEDITED.

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