My Messed Up Life

My Messed Up Life

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Why does my mom have to control my life ? Why does she have to stain happiness ? Why ? Questions that keep popping up into my head after I said 7 words that were going to change my life.. And the way I see life... and see the monster that was hiding behind my mothers face. How rude of me I'm pouring out my feeling to you and you don't even know my name or my story. Well my name is Briana Parker I'm 13 and my parents are divorced.and they have been since I was 3 years old and I've lived with my mom ever since and it took me 10 years to realized that she never cared about me she only cared about the money. What happens when my aunt threatens me and tries to make me feel guilty about all this.. And tries to cover up for my mother what happens when we have to go to court.. Continue reading to find out more
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my name is Alexis... Alexis Ryan. people just call me Alex. I was kidnapped at the age of 5. when I turn 18 they are suppose to do something to me... but I don't know what. they wont tell me until then. I just hope its not killing me. I live in the basement of the house I am in. I stay there with my best friend Brittney but I call her Britt. she was taken by them at the age of 5 too. she's now 15. we both are forced to go to school. but I don't mind really... I may be bullied at school but I'm stronger than them. school is a place to escape this house. get away from max, Jacob, and lizzie and some big man that hurts us. we always try to find a way to escape but its now use. we have a window but its to far up for us to reach, even if I stood on Britt's shoulders. plus the window is barricaded from the inside and out. and the fact that we have tracking devises in our hips. oh and since the day I was nine I could never talk... why? well you'll have to read my story to figure that out...

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