Saviour
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He has a secret. That only his family knows of. A secret that haunts his dreams. Vivid pictures play out in his mind, showcasing every moment of that day, forcing him to relive every daunting second. Reminding him of the mistake he made.
It's the reason his family treats him like he doesn't belong. Why they cut, jab and scratch at what's left of his broken soul, leaving him a shell of the person he used to be.
He was only 5 when it happened, but that mistake is what may push him over the edge.
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"You're a fucking worthless piece of shit.No one is going to save you. You're all alone. This is what you get for being a little slut!", he yells while mercilessly ripping my insides apart...
(Warning: this book contains graphic scenes that may be triggering to some readers.)
This book contains:
-rape
-suicidal thoughts
-physical assault
-emotional abuse
-strong language
-mature scenes
-self harm
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