Hidden busies and Broken smiles

Hidden busies and Broken smiles

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A 16 year old girl named Lydia Carson has a story that has gone untold... until now. Her mother passed away when she was 11 years old and a lot changed after that. Her father became distant and began to drink so much that when he got angry he would take it out on his daughter. He would physically, emotionally, and sexually abuse her. Lydia won't get help because she fears for her younger sister Rosie who's only 9 years old. Above all that she also gets bullied by all the popular kids and the rest just watch it happen. She's scared to go home but she's also scared to go to school. She lives in a world full of fear. She's broken inside and out. All her smiles are fake. She hides her bruises with old baggy clothing. She's broken but she wont ask for the help she needs. She needs a hero to save her and who will fight for her. Who will save her? Will she ever know peace? Will Rosie be okay? What's gonna happen next? Read more to find out!
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A story, in which a typical teenage girl falls for the school's bad boy. Except, she's not that typical and he's not that much of a bad boy. *** "If I told you that I care about you, more than anyone in your life does, would you believe me?" He asked me, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious. Yet somehow, I wasn't scared of him. "No" I shook my head bravely. "If I told you,'' He tried again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.''That you make me so fucking mad, I want to punch a fucking wall. What would you say?" He had me trapped now, my back painfully colliding with the wall behind me. I gasped at the impact, looking up into his icy grey eyes. They were cold, emotionless. As always. "Do it!" I dared him with the last ounce of courage I had left in me. The sound of his fist smashing through the wall right next to my head, made my ears ring for a brief moment. I opened my mouth to speak again, shaking slightly, only for him to pull away and leave me standing there alone. ____ !!Warning!! This story contains strong language, mature scenes, alcohol and drug consumption, and sensitive topics like - eating disorders, bullying, mental health, etc. ___ HIGHEST RANKINGS: 1st in #ed, 1st in #badboysgirl, 8th in #victim, 9th in #rehabilitation, 13th in #youngadult

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