Saved (Ashton Irwin)

Saved (Ashton Irwin)

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Alone. That's what Emilia was. She had no one, and no where to go. At the age of sixteen, she was raped and almost killed by her abusive ex-boyfriend. Now, she was two months pregnant. No one believed her story though, no one knew what the poor girl had gone through that night. Everyone took his side. Even her own parents, who as soon as they found out about her pregnancy, kicked her out of the house. For the past week she has been wandering the streets, looking for what shelter she can find to protect herself and the baby growing inside her. Things look dark for Emilia, she's starting to lose hope for herself. But what happens when she stumbles on an open door that leads to a house occupied by four teenage guys whose only concern is making music? Read on to find out.
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"Where are you, and I'm so sorry. I cannot sleep, I cannot dream. I need somebody, and always this thick strange darkness comes creeping on. So haunting every time, and as I stared I counted the webs from all these spiders; catching things and eating their insides. Like indecision to call you, and hear your voice of treason. Will you come home and stop this pain tonight, stop this pain tonight?" I repeated the familiar Blink 182 lyrics as I lied in my cold, dark room looking towards the cieling; while my drunken father beat on the door. I ignored his screams, his threats, "I need someone to help me." I mumbled to myself; my voice cracking. I rolled over as tears washed over my cheeks, "Ashton you piece of shit!" I heard him scream through the damaged door. Finally, he gave up like normal. I laid in the dark silence, my breathes filling the air. I felt my eyes grow heavy, and then everything went black. - [© 2014, SIERRA LEE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS WORK CONTAINS MATERIAL PROTECTED UNDER INTERNATIONAL AND FEDERAL COPYRIGHT LAWS AND TREATIES. NO PART OF THIS WORK MAY BE REPRODUCED OR TRANSMITTED IN ANY FORM OR BY MEANS WITHOUT EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION FROM SIERRA LEE.]

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