Broken A Bluey AU

Broken A Bluey AU

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Ever since Bluey witnessed her parents fight on that stairwell that night at the ripe age of ten, her family may not be the happiest anymore Now, with Bluey nearing the end of her grade 9 years, things between Chili and Bandit are going downhill. Bingo, who sees the situation, acts like she doesn't. Bluey whose next steps may not be graduation. Will the Heelers figure out their problems? Or will Bluey leave and never come back? ❗️This story takes place after THE SIGN. There may be SPOILERS❗️ ‼️||DISCLAMER||‼️ The CHARACTER AND SETTING do NOT BELONG to me. All character credit goes to BBC, Ludo, and the creators of Bluey! ⚠️//WARNING//⚠️ This story will include: Depression, anxiety, panic attacks,swear, addiction, and parents fighting(physical??), love??, thoughts of suicide and running away. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
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A few minutes into the walk, I heard footsteps shuffling behind me. I tensed up and halted in my tracks. My heart began to pound violently in my chest. I felt too afraid to even do anything. I stayed glued to my spot, but that didn't stop the footsteps from approaching. Mustering all of the courage left in me, I spun around and to my utmost horror, two men - more like thugs were standing just few inches away from me. Ya Allah, please protect me! I don't want to die like this. I spun back around and started walking, my pace increasing rapidly. "Hey! Where the f*** do you think you're going, bit**" One of the men slurred. By the tone of his voice, I could tell he was tipsy or high. The rate of my fear intensified. MANAL ❤ ©2019

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