Glass Bottles

Glass Bottles

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It's 1882, and Morgan Anne Clark is dying. Her life, as she knows, is flashing before her eyes. Time begins for her in 1983. That's when she takes her first breath. Born September of that year, her father, a brilliant drunk, constructs a machine he'd use to go back and save his wife, Morgan's mother from death a year before when she got into a car accident. Lost in time, Morgan's father is distraught. And Morgan soon finds herself searching for him, 5 years after he went missing.
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18yo+, sex, adult situations, mature situations. Graphic murder scene, erotic sex scenes This book is copyrighted. I had to run! I couldn't stand it any longer. Jacob's anger, yelling and all the abuse. Saying he's sorry over and over and that it won't happen again, but it's the same thing over and over. He would say anything to make me stay. Always an apology then back to his old tricks. He doesn't know I got a phone call this morning while he was at work. A phone call from someone with a number that I didn't' recognize. I looked up the number online, and it came back to a mental institution. I can't imagine what I was thinking not listening to my gut the first time he hit me. But I packed my stuff from the closet in a bag and left. I have been on the road for hours when my phone starts buzzing next to me. I see his name pop up and just ignore it. I focus on the road ahead and although I have no clue where I am going I just drive. I tried to do everything I could to make him happy with me but nothing I ever did was right. Everything would set him off and make him fly off the handle. I couldn't call my parents and let them know what was happening. I chose to leave the moment I graduated high school because I knew what was best. Boy was I wrong!

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