The Ugly Truth

The Ugly Truth

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Taylor Has Had A Hard Life. At Age 7 She Had To Grow Up And Take Care Of Her Younger Siblings. Dealing With A Phisically And Mentally Abusing Father And Step Mother Was Just The Icing On The Cake. You Can Say Those Seven Years Of Torture Did A Number On Her. When Taylor Gets A Chance To Start Over And Live A New Life She Jumps At The Offer. She Packs Up Her Clothes And All Are Deep Rooted Issues In Her Luggage And Takes Off. Will She Ever Be Able To Move Past Her Pain? Will She Ever Love Again? Will She Ever Trust Again. Or Will She Become Just As Fucked Up As She Already Was.
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"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

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