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Runaway

Runaway

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Apr 19, 2015
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Fiction
Action and Thriller
How did I get here? How did I end up living in a shitty apartment, with drug dealers trying to catch me to most likely kill me, or sell me, to pay off their debt. I used to be normal. I lived in a white house in a good neighborhood, with friends and a boyfriend who loved me. I used to be so much and now everyone thinks I’m dead. How did this happen to me? this is my first story on here.. and I know its going to be shitty, but it will get better i promise. Many of the ideas in this book have been influenced by real events or music. THIS IS NOT A FAN FICTION. I am not writing about one specific band, but there are musical references in the story. ALSO just to make this clear. the story is written in flashes. If things don't make sense right away, they will be clear sooner than latter. Ive spent a lot of time with this plot and i like how it is set up
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*VERY MATURE CONTENT WITHIN* I wasn't partial living in a man's home I had literally no clue of. It slightly disturbed me, but Im getting used to living here. Strange how everyone but me in the house is strangely sexually active or interested in anything having anything to do with sex. I'm Bella, a nobody really. I'm just getting used to living in a country I knew nothing about, since I was kidnapped and brought here. A man simply picked me off the street, offering me a job. How could I refuse? I was hungry, cold, wet and most of all, homeless. But work here is a little different. Nothing like I had expected.

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