Who could be the father? Restricted.

Who could be the father? Restricted.

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Thu, Jan 19, 20123h 12m
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Romance
What would you do if you were been challenged with the difficulty of life. What if you were pregnant for three men. One, your uncle. Two, your boyfriend. Three, you boyfriend's brother. This is what happened to Farah after her parent's tragedy death. She was forced to leave with her uncle where she was been raped. She later went to stay with her boyfriend where she started having feelings towards her boyfriend's brother. After seven months of her pregnancy, she had started to hope that everything would be fine, but when she heard about her sister's pregnancy, she realized that that was just the beginning of her problem. This is a sad story. So beware.
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The Broken Born without a name and traumatized by death in the midst of her murderous so- called ‘father’ for ten long years she lays broken in an imperfect world where troubles linger in every corner, where happiness-to her- is a myth. She waits for the feeling of safety, when the nights aren’t her sisters’ cries and the mornings aren’t reminders of her brothers’ death but when will that moment come? Will she ever rest? She’s calling for it but will she ever get it? Can the broken be fixed when all hope is lost? (READ THIS FOR THEM, READ THIS FOR THE BROKEN) SNEEK PEEK ////////////////////////////////////////////// We find ourselves standing on the front door of the shackled house, the cop holding Richie and me. I shut my eyes as my ears listen for the door. Footsteps. His footsteps. They’re getting louder. No. Don’t. Please. Oh God, help me! Someone! Anyone! The door flings open. “Hello officer, what seems to be the—“ his eyes travel to us. An evil grin of victory then spreads on his face. “I’ve been looking for you.” He whispers as his eyes glare into mine; his pool of lust drowns me hinting me that soon my innocence and virginity will be gone. “Are you their father?” the cop asks sternly. My ears turn deaf hearing only one sound, an eerie sound of screeching emptiness. Their words float away and soon Richie and I step into the house, again. //////////////////////////////////////////////

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