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Saving Grace
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Rozepsáno, poprvé publikováno úno 28, 2015
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Mia and Daniel Rose were fighting again; something that their 14 year old daughter, Grace, was used to. Strings of cuss words came out of Daniel's mouth. Objects were being thrown about the kitchen as the two spit venom at each other. Grace, who resided upstairs, attempted to cut out the fighting with music blaring from her earbuds. She played with her phone to distract herself from the events downstairs. Little did she know, this fight would be her parent's last.

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Years later Grace still struggles her way around with depression. Things aren't seeming to click in her life. Until a bump in with someone who can possibly turn things around for her.
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INSIGHT ON MAI DIARY cover
Break Me cover
Unspoken Hearts: A Silent Love Between Us cover
Unthinkable cover
Keeping His Secret cover
A Red Romance  cover
The Bad Girls cover
Midnight Falls cover
The Repair of My Heart cover
A new life and a little of the old (Squeal to Stalker that wants me) cover

INSIGHT ON MAI DIARY

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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes