Surviving Compton.

Surviving Compton.

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Romance
Michel'Le and her twin sister Mar'Celine, were brought up being taught that if a man is mad at you then you find a way to fix it, or else you basically deserve it. They were taught that no matter how smart a woman is she would still get hit because a man's hands work quicker than his mind. They were taught to always make a man happy. Cook and clean for him... And to take as many of the beatings as they can, untill they can't anymore. DISCLAIMER ⛔ This story will contain a lot of sexual and mature content. And this will also shine a light an topics like rape and abuse. If this triggers you... D O N O T R E A D A N Y F U T H E R
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You can read the uncut version of this book over on https://archiveofourown.org/works/61769338 Life could be so unfair, everyone adored my big sister Ava, yes everyone. Ava was the most popular girl in school, she was outgoing, beautiful, and shone like a radiant star. Our parents told her she could easily be a model or anything she wanted really, and Ava with all the confidence of a film star strode through life dazzling all in her wake. She had thousands of followers on her Instagram, Whatsapp, and Tic Toc, and what did I have. Well I had a creative streak and an introverted nature, and I lived in Ava's shadow. The only reason it seemed anyone spoke to me was to get my big sister's attention. I felt like a butler or a handmaiden to a Queen. It was like I never had my own identity. No one saw me at all, until that one day someone did, and I remember it like yesterday. Did I make a good decision probably not, would I do it again, I am unsure. But just once someone noticed me, yes me, and it felt so good. It was good at first, but by the time I had realized the good would never last, the jaws of the trap were closed. I was far away and at his mercy, and yet another stood by me, one who could rescue me from my mistakes.

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