Annabelle

Annabelle

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once thar was a girl named Annabelle and she was beautiful she had long red Hair and had had eyes that sparkle In the sun light and was on the cheer squad her boyfriend Justin was the quarterback on the foot ball team and every body thought she had the perfect life but her dad was a drug dealer and her step mom would hit her and yell at her they got in to a argument and her step mother told her that no one loved her and she should just kill her self and annabell ran into her room with tears running down her face and when the to the bathroom and turn on the shower and grabbed a razor blade and got in the shower and put the sharp razor blade on her leg and slid the blade and did it again and again to the point the tub was turning bright red like her hair and when she was done her leg looked like a cut up peace of paper and she turned off the water and got out and raped her leg and put sweat pants and a tank top showing off her tattoo on here ribs and put on her vans and pack her bag and
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"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in one swift motion, he has me on the floor. He's now straddling me with both my hands above me and the knife in his hands, pressed lightly against my throat. This turns me on... "I...I stand corrected." I wheeze in laughter, ignoring the massive pain in my head. "Now can you be a nice guy and turn off the music and help me with this pain please?" "That's all I was waiting for, Doll." He smirks and gets off of me, setting the knife on the counter. I roll over, groaning as I make my way to the living room to lay on the couch. Liam Forte and Jasmine Galvin. Opposite, but similar in many ways. The difference? He's a player. Every school has one, and Liam is the one. Moving in to her house shortly after summer has officially started, Jasmine has to deal with the boy who will leave a permanent mark on her life. Kinda immature, I'm no grown ass woman. SLOWLY EDITING. DON'T SHOOT! Follow up: DONE EDITING. YOU MAY DROP YOUR WEAPONS! Follow up to the follow up: NOT REALLY DONE EDITING, BUT KEEP THE FIRE DOWN! I'M WRITING THE SECOND BOOK (the better one, in my opinion) SO MY TIME IS ATE UP.

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