Tricked (Creepypasta fanfic.)

Tricked (Creepypasta fanfic.)

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Haya is a teen girl whom has dark brown hair, lime green eyes, and a Killer stalker....perfectly normal right?...I mean everyone has a stalker? Anyway! She kinda died, and then came back...also normal. Her mother died at birth of her 8 year old brother Alex and her dad committed suicide about a year after. She was 8 at the time and is now 16. They where raised by her ant and uncle who abused her but never dared to even look at Alex the wrong way, she would hurt them. 2 years ago she was sent to live by herself with Alex. Her Stalker doesn't make the struggle any better. How will she get a 'normal' life back? Or will she ever get one back?
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I wasn't sure what love was. Everyone spoke of it like a legend. Something sacred that you'd capture if you were lucky. The man I had let take my heart wanted to carve it out of my chest as proof. I tried to forget feeling that way about him. I tried to figure out why I could ever love someone like him. He terrified me but at moments it was like a roller coaster. Up and down I would try to hold on for dear life. I liked how he made me feel alive, knowing he was always there made me feel less alone. He had done something to me I wish he hadn't. When he hurt me every time seemed to get worse and worse but at some point, I had gotten addicted to it. I wanted him to drown me in his hate and make me beg. I knew it was wrong, toxic and unhealthy. The way I felt was bad the only question was does he feel it too? Does he know this is wrong and how bad I want him? I looked up to him, he brushed the hair out of my face gently, eyes locked to mine. I didn't care if he felt the same, it was too late for me. I was intoxicated. His lips brushed softly against mine, teasing my heart strings. He slipped passed my mouth and whispered with that low gruff voice of his that made me melt, "Let's play a game..." WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR ORDINARY FANFICTION. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. MATERIAL MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME. JEFF ISN'T NICE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. 1st POV Jeff the killer Fanfic Give it a chance T~T

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