My real life story

My real life story

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I was rapped, I felt abused, I felt hurt. It was the scariest thing.My Step brother rapped me and I don't know what to do because I know no one will care. Four months earlier I moved in with my new family 2 step brothers and one step sister. In my family it was just my mom and I no body else to mess with me. I was a four point student, really smart I was going to go to Harvard. Oh I almost forgotten I didn't tell you my name it's Hanna. When I lived in California I had a group I hung out with but one person I considered her as my sister her name is Casey she is smart, funny and anything I think she thinks. Any ways my step brothers are 14 and 9 I'm almost 16. The 14 year olds name is Austyn and the 9 year olds name is Tommy. Austyn saw me and fell in love with me and I thought he was cute but I knew that I would never date him because it would be weird. When he told me he loved me like a month later. I didn't know what to do. Before I could do any thing he rapped me and killed me.
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