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Doe Blalen Had all the love he could possibly ask for until the day he was born Being Born at 14 lbs 13 ounces was not the 'little' Doe his parents planned for What the perfectionists for parents planned for was a small baby of 5 lbs 9 ounces A sweet child they would give the perfectly sweet name they planned and toiled over for months for there sweet new born Instead his parents got a; "Ma'am you where carrying twins" Which was such a shock to Doe's mother because to this day the woman does not remember two kids coming from her womb though she was literally pumped up the anesthesia and knocked out like a pig in a slaughter house during the damned c-section It was then revealed that one of the siblings though both carried full term was malnutrited and had died The cause the smallest twin in the third trimester took most of the nutrition to develop and ended up taking from his twin. The body of the infant was presented and the family mourned and buried the infant and mourned some more but before the mourning and a lavish funeral They had to give the child they dubbed greedy there perfect deceased son's name Doe Slow updates
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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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