Love, Lust And The Abuse

Love, Lust And The Abuse

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This story is about a sixteen year old girl whose mother left her when she was three. Her father is an alcoholic who takes out all his fustration on her. She's more and suffers a lot of just get her normal needs satisfied. She soon falls for her best friend Jesse. Will she be able to tell Jesse how she feels? Will she ever get to live a normal life? Will she be able to meet her mother and come to know the reason why she left her? Read to find out.
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