Trapped (ON HOLD)

Trapped (ON HOLD)

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Do you know what it feels like to be trapped in a small box? How about in a locker? Naaah lets make it a room. It sucks right? Without any lights coming inside, only laughter of those bullies and all you could do is close your eyes, sit in the corner accept the darkness and have a little hope and pray. Hope and pray that someone could find you offer his or her hand and help you out of your misery. But no, that is not how our world works. Even if they find you they will just look at you, pitied you, they will give a comment like in facebook but no one, I will repeat 'NO ONE' will help you. Well maybe, some will try to save or help you; they will try... only when it's already late, when there's have nothing left to save.
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Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. ***** THE JACKSONS BOOK #1 © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)

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