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Taken... Again

Taken... Again

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jun 22, 2015
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Preview: Ever since the clown carnival occurred at the end of May across the street of my fathers house, things have been really strange. When I pass an expensive mall or any old cottages, people stare cautiously at me everytime. I mean, what's wrong with a 15 year old walking around? But then many people started to warn me about Summer Valley, my home place. Especially my mother. But I never payed attention to her point of view because ever since her and my father's divorce, she has been trying to scare me away back to her place. She wasn't the cleverest in the family but, today is the day I realised she was telling the truth. I am starting to get curious. I need answers right away! What was going on? But that wasn't the beginning. Let me tell what happened even before this had occurred.
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It was all fun and games until our parents left. Out of the blue they just disappeared. 4 years later there was still no sign of them, no contact, nothing. I was helpless, I couldn't struggle, I couldn't scream. He came close to my face and kissed my cheeks, "You're mine now" I was sexually assaulted. If it wasn't for my two older brothers and their best friend, I wouldn't have got through it, I wouldn't have made it. Then our house gets broken into and there was something so familiar about the man who broke in. So we run. There was so much blood, it was seeping out, covering my hands, covering my stomach. Is this the beginning, of the end?

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