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TheEnigmaticJesse

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Reads 15,926
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Parts 25
Time 2h 26m

TheEnigmaticJesse

Mature

Why don't you believe?" I ask whilst clenching the cross necklace that laid around my neck.

"God has the ability to heal the world so if he exists why doesn't he? Why does he let innocent people suffer just to spite the ones doing wrong? Why would he leave two young boys motherless and then parentless? Why does character building mean going through shit?"

Holden's voice cracks and I see his lips quiver, he looks away avoiding my gaze.

In that moment I knew he needed comforting and sometimes that doesn't mean words, so I laid my head on his shoulder and took his hand in mine letting him know if all else goes wrong, I'll always be there for him. 

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Addison Mills just had her life turned upside down, from the death of her mother to leaving the only home she's ever known and Micah,  the man she loved. 


Things look bleek until Holden Daze , an adrenalin junkie that moonlights as the perfect southern gentleman becomes her safe haven in a unfamiliar place. 


As the two try to navigate their way through senior year, hidden truths begin to surface and dark forces dare to tear them apart. 


Will their bond be strong enough to overcome life's challenges? Or will this be another tradegy added to the history books?All Rights Reserved

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This is my truth

My life has been an intense journey from a little girl who was beaten down and abused into believing that she was worthless, to a woman at 43 years of age who is still desperately searching for who she truly is. I found her though. I did. And she writes like me, from inside of me. She is me. This girl that I've been in love with since time first existed, is indeed me. The way that she walks. With her hands... and how she talks? The hearts that she's captured, the souls that she has inspired. I'm now trying to be her. I've never felt that I was good enough to actually be myself!!! I always knew how pure and clear and free I was inside. But people told me otherwise, in a very cruel way. No one ever spared my feelings or thought to speak to me with kindness or love. My parents were very serious and strict people. They believed that there was only 1 way to act and inside I knew that I did NOT fit in the parameters of the behavior expected of me. And every single time I made my Step Daddy sigh or frown it felt like I knife in my heart. I was a let down. Always too loud. Always moving too much. Always too fat and always too ugly. Always too much. Unless I sat quietly. But I've always been a firecracker and all of that containment really made me want to blow off! All of what was inside of me, swirling and dividing in me. Burying the side of me that I loved the most! I was a bastard and a blasphemy. Harsh words for a girl of 3. They said them when they baptized me.