Sold... With A  Past

Sold... With A Past

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"If you try to run away again I'll do far worse than what happened in childhood 'he snarled" got it." I just nodded my head in fear, paralysed by the horrific memories of when I was a child. 🔥🔥🔥 My name is Jasmine waters. I have short red hair, green eyes and pale skin covered in bruises. Those are from my dad. He is thought it would be fun to try drugs and my mother followed a year later. Now you know part of my lifestyle. The rest is in its pages. 🔥🔥🔥 I've worked really hard on this book and if you copy my ideas I will take you to court. So don't even bother.
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I watched as my dad threw the bottle of beer at my mom, paralyzed. I watched the broken glass seeped into her skin deeper and deeper. I'm helpless. I watched him call her a slut. I watched him turn around to here him say I'm worthless. My eyes flicked back to my mom, only to see her pass out. _____________________________________This went on for years before he left my mum and 13 year old me. I have so many scars. Mentally and physically. It wasn't just this. Oh no, fate couldn't throw enough shit at me. They had to throw in one of my best friends dying in a car crash. The they were just like,'Eh, what the hell! Let's make her other friend leave her for the popular sluts!'. This was my life for 16 years. They bullied me. In every way possible. It started getting better. I moved to Britain. I made 5 new friends. Even more after that. My old self came back. There were a few bumps along the road. But it all got better. This was my life. This is Annabelle Yaw's story.

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