Happy Go Lucky

Happy Go Lucky

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Romance
Yeah, My name is Cheyenne. What's it to you? Some of those who say they have had it hard don't know the half of it. Try living on the streets of Chicago, at 23. I was born August 8th, 1989 and I already have gray hairs. Makes me laugh to think of how many of them I pull out every morning in hope that they will disappear. Relationships with family...isn't my high point of confidence. I have learned time and time again that people are just a tool to use, not to trust and definitely not love. Sure, some may try to brake me. I will only bend, then snap back and smack em' in the face. Who knows, maybe some day Ill finally brake... But until then I'm not a fortune teller by far. Or else I wouldn't be living in the shack of home I am. Oh well, Adios Amigos.
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A broken girl... Twenty years old and I'd finally had enough. I couldn't take anymore, so I packed up my things and disappeared, leaving behind my drunken, abusive father and the mother that stood by and watched as I slowly died. I knew I was going, but not where I'd stop. The last thing I expected once on my own, was to be spending my nights stripping at a club in Florida, barely getting by. I should have known running from a past wouldn't make it stop haunting me, because misery will always find me and tear me down until there's nothing left of me. It always has... Things can always change though, right? Like looking up at a handsome, tattooed stranger, and with one stare he has me questioning everything I've ever believed in. I wasn't expecting or prepared for someone to storm into my life. Not him. Jace Montgomery. The name I'll never forget. The need to save me lies in his eyes, but I don't need a savior. Trust- what he wants to teach me. That I'm something more than what I've grown up believing and that I'm worth loving. Those are the things he wants me to believe. How am I supposed to let him in and show me I'm something when I've spent my entire life being... nothing? He won't give up, and honestly, I'm hoping he never does... Because maybe... just maybe... I am worth saving after all.

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