Shhh, Or He Will Hear...

Shhh, Or He Will Hear...

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I've always been a quiet kid, I guess that's why I'm in this situation. I've been paranoid of anyone for 6 years now thanks to my dad; he's been abusing me since I was 10. Do you ever get that feeling of pure fear? If you do then welcome to my life. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 16-year-old Elle Dunbar had just ran from home: no money, friends or home to go back to. She escapes hell just to return to another type of hell. Ironic isn't it? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This was kinda just a random thought lol, lemme know what you think. Have fun reading :)
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

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