Los Responsables

Los Responsables

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Un grupo de 12 desconocidos se reúne todos los jueves a las 7 y 15 de la noche, ¿Porqué?, algunos porque necesitan apoyo, otros porque se sienten solos y otros realmente no saben por que. Edades, razas, religiones, sexualidades y clases sociales diferentes los separan, pero a todos los une la misma cosa, todos tienen un trauma, una herida en sus pasados que no pueden superar, y algunos están mas unidos que otros. /// Después de mas de un año sin escribir, la curiosidad vuelve, la creatividad vuelve y se siente increíble. Antes que todo quiero darle gracias a @soyvaleri, estaba buscando inspiración y gracias a ella la encontré, combinado con una serie llamada Dead to me y también de Lost, cuando te sientes creativo la inspiración viene de todos lados. Al que le pueda interesar, espero disfrutes mi historia. Portada hecha por mi.
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Faith has traveled all the way to a new place to start a better life but little did she know her destiny was not going to be the way that she wants. From loving a wrong person made her losing her good friend to getting accused of a murder she never committed. She has gone through hell. But she did escape from her past and again started to build up a new life from doing what she never wanted to do. But little did she know her past never left her. But there's just being more addition to her miserable life. It's love, conspiracy, betrayal, war, revenge, and lust. It's a life of a Mafia she's living in. . . . { A part of the story} This night was enough I can't take it anymore. My eyes were still filled with tears I was crying on my present state. My mind was screaming for help. I remembered there was still hope left or help. I dragged myself towards my pillow and moved my hand under it and took out the cell phone which Max gave me. I switched it on. Should I really make a call I asked myself. It was one-thirty at night. I think I should that's what my guts were telling me. My thump was hovering over the call option. I closed my eyes when all the things that happened to me this night flashed in front of me. I realized that I should for help and touched the call option. It was ringing, after three-ring, the call was received. "Faith" That was the first word I heard from the other side. The tone of his voice was concerning and sounded worried his voice was soothing and husky, one could melt easily on it. "Help me" was all I could say to this stranger and tears were rolling down...

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