High school sweet hearts

High school sweet hearts

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The car crashed I don't know how but it did. "Mom where are you?" I yelled as loud as a four year old could. My two year old brother was still breathing beside me. I sighed at the site of him knowing he was ok. "Mom, Dad where are you?"was the last thing I said before the police arrived. Bailey and her brother Nick have lived in foster homes ever since. They have to fight to live a normal life. It is not going to be easy when new bruises come every day. This is my first book so take it easy on the mean comments an if you like it I am glad. - Madison lichtsinn
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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

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