The bad boy save me

The bad boy save me

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Um... Hi there, my name is Jill smith, im 17 y.o, and from New york city. Well let me finish this fast before they hear me. So im not your typical teenager living the New York live, its just a big NO. I dont have any friends at all. My mom died when i was little, since then my father blames it on me. For that he abuses me. This year, senior year a new boy enters the school. You might be thinking yay!, he is going to save you! Typical cliché... But is he going to save me from this mess of what i call my life? i better hurry dont wanna get caught, you may be thinking... from who? Oh well- oh no! They saw me, I better go now, bye!
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

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