The Lost girl

The Lost girl

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I was running away from the man who started it all. He repeatedly told me to get my behind back over there so he can finish what he started. I ignored his angry yells. I was never coming back. I was sick of being abused by my rude and discussing father who never appreciated his one and only child. Now until this day I will always remember my mom now that she is gone I will never return home,one day my dream will officially come true and that dream is that I will fine the parents who will love me for who and who will never leave me for anything important to me. LOVE REBBECA Jackson
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You can read the uncut version of this book over on https://archiveofourown.org/works/61769338 Life could be so unfair, everyone adored my big sister Ava, yes everyone. Ava was the most popular girl in school, she was outgoing, beautiful, and shone like a radiant star. Our parents told her she could easily be a model or anything she wanted really, and Ava with all the confidence of a film star strode through life dazzling all in her wake. She had thousands of followers on her Instagram, Whatsapp, and Tic Toc, and what did I have. Well I had a creative streak and an introverted nature, and I lived in Ava's shadow. The only reason it seemed anyone spoke to me was to get my big sister's attention. I felt like a butler or a handmaiden to a Queen. It was like I never had my own identity. No one saw me at all, until that one day someone did, and I remember it like yesterday. Did I make a good decision probably not, would I do it again, I am unsure. But just once someone noticed me, yes me, and it felt so good. It was good at first, but by the time I had realized the good would never last, the jaws of the trap were closed. I was far away and at his mercy, and yet another stood by me, one who could rescue me from my mistakes.

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