Zaleah Anderson. Yup that's my name. This story has no happy ending regardless of the actions, this story is about how i die. Yup sucks right? Sixteen years old and thrown into a abuse relationship with my step brother....... Yeah not what you were expecting right? To be honest my death was slow and peaceful. Every damn day getting abused mentally and physically for his own sick pleasure, but I wont spoil all the details. Growing up in a broken home is beautiful all sarcasm included. My mom is a walking goddess even model material but she decided to give birth to me and that was a mistake.. Her words not mine. There's not a day that goes by that she doesn't remind me what she could've had. At least i found the love of my life.. or do i? (I mention sexual abuse, rape, and bad language) beware especially for triggers
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