Help me.    By Christie lane

Help me. By Christie lane

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Apr 19, 2020
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A girl A kind sweet boy An abusive father ****************************************************** A girl name christie and her father us to be close they'll laugh, hang out and play until she turned 13 her mother died and that's when hell broke loose until Brennan came in into her life **************************************** "Hey are you ok" he asked I got up in the middle of the lady driving"GET ME OFF THIS BUS"I yelled she stopped the bus and opened the door I try to runing out but I failed to the ground I was I was shaking in pain. I get up and try to run as fast as I can but failed. someone caught me"LET ME GO PLZ LET ME PLZ don't hurt me" that when every thing was a blur and then Blake. What am I going to do now
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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