Behind the smile
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This is a true story of a girl that went through an abusive relationship. The content in this will not be something light hearted and for those that want to read more explicit/detailed parts that will later be posted i will be writing those separate as R rated. I have modified the content so that i can keep it PG 13 but for those that want to read the rest i will write an authors note at the end of the chapter on what it will be called. Because this is a true account, the beginning is mostly leading up to the events so those reading please bare with. Thanks.
Falling in love is supposed to be a great thing. So what happens when that love turns poison? When everything you have ever thought about love is challenged what would you do to try and save it? Would you lie to you friends and family? Pretend that everything is fine? Or do you have the strength to look Behind the Smile even when no one does.
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