Three words Eight letters (A Student Teacher Romance)

Three words Eight letters (A Student Teacher Romance)

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Have you ever wanted something so much, but you can't have it? You love it and you want to have it forever but everything that is right in the world tells you no. Have you ever felt like you are less than nothing? Have you ever felt you're dad's fist crash into your face? You're told that he's the only that could ever love you. That you're so ugly it takes all he has not to throw up when he looks at you. This is My Story Sarah Sims is an abused girl. Her mom died while giving birth to her. Her dad blames her for her mother's death. All her dad does now is get drunk at hit her, hit her hard. He abuses her mentally, physically, sexually and emotionally. But her dad is smart in the sense he never leaves marks. At least, not where he thinks people will see them. Sure she has friends, but she doesn't feel like she can tell them what happens because after 17 years of her dad telling her it's her fault and that he has to hurt her for her own good, she believes him. She never lets ANYONE get too close, but what'll happen when she gets a new English teacher (Mr. Warner) who she can't stop thinking about? Will she finally let down her guard or will she close him out as well? Everyone has heard the saying: If you love something set it free; if it comes back, it's yours, if it doesn't, it never was. But is Blake willing to take the chance?
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"Dad!" I yell as I walk into the house. I'm greeted by nothing, except silence. My dad is rarely home, I don't know what I am expecting. Ever since my mom died, he's been nothing but distant with me. I mean, he was always distant, even before mom passed, but before, I thought that he just didn't care about me, now... I know he doesn't. ********** "Hello?" I say through the phone, grabbing a cloth, running it through the faucet, and pressing it against my knee. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I hear a chorus of people yelling through the crackly phone. I start to laugh. ******** My mom had died. My dad is an alcoholic that doesn't care about me. I have three best friends. One new friend (Who's a bartender/stripper/lesbian). A great job as a DJ at this amazing club. And a whole new idea to get away from my dad and stop holding on to the past. ********** "It called and emancipation," she said through the phone, laughing, knowing that I was anxious. What the HELL is emancipation!? How can it get me away from my dad!? ******** Then I meet him.

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