Remember Me?
- LECTURES 225
- Votes 3
- Chapitres 12
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture1h 5m
Dernière publication lun., avr. 18, 2016
"Your being lied to, ya know?" he said matter-of-fact.
"About what?" I replied rolling my eyes.
"Can you remember what happened between 2006 and 2011?" He said in a softer tone. My silence was all the conformation needed.
"Might want to ask your mommy and daddy for clarification, when they get flustered, tell them you just met your husband" His voice sounded relieved to finally say this, like he'd been bottling it up for quite sometime now. With that he walked away but not before handing me a picture of what looked to be a family photo, this picture held an image of himself, a woman and a baby sat in their laps. I looked at the woman in the photo, gasping when I stared at myself. The date,2011.
Scarlet Locken, 23, just trying to get her life back together, after a horrid accident. What happens when a strangely familiar figure, stumbles back into her life.. which that part of her life, where he existed was ripped away in her accident. Find out what happens when Scarlet is opened to the truth about why she was never told about that part of her life when waking up from her coma. Petty grudges can be the difference between insanity and sane. Will she be able to handle the betrayal?
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