Behind the glass

Behind the glass

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About a young girl who suffered from depression and is getting help by a professional physicalist who she tell her life long story about all of the horrible things she been going through. ________________________________ The young girl in this story is name Hailey Williams and was born in a poor family on a little farm. Hailey had a good life without even realizing that she was born into a poor family but she didn't think that way, all she knew was that her family loved her. Until one day her mother gotten a terrible Illness and sadly passed away. Haley didn't wanted to remember what happened to her mother in the passed cause she knew she was gonna be sad about her mother passing. Until one night her father came into her room. ___________________________________ Read to find out what happens!
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This captures the raw feelings of girls who go through a sexual assault and the fictional sweet revenge we all wish we could do but would never. The story follows Hailey Richardson as she goes through something no one should have to. Follow her on a journey of recovery, revenge, love, and so much more. At times life can really be a beautiful tragedy. "Darkness surrounded me. All I could hear was the muffled sound of moaning and heavy breathing. I could feel his hands wrap around my thighs. They tightened with every thrust of his hips. Coldness was all I could feel. The coldness of the floor pressed against my bare back, the coldness of his hands as they slid from the outer part of my thigh to the very inner parts. I could barely breath, the thinness of the air and the sourness of my throat made it that way. I kept saying stop, no, stop but he didn't stop. -"

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