Taken From River

Taken From River

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As the oldest child, I had many responsibilities. 1. Watch out for Avery. 2. Do my chores. 3. Follow the rules, no matter how much I wanted to break them. 4. Be careful around strangers. A lot for a thirteen year old, but I did the best I could. Simple rules, yes, but making sure my mom was healthy and stable was definitely not one of them. When we were at home one afternoon, she snapped. I was so scared that I ran away. So far, I wasn't sure where I was. Until I met River. He showed me many things I never would have known if I stayed with my so called 'family'. In a few years, he showed me what it truly felt like to be loved and cared for. I thought my future was set. River was all I never knew I wanted and needed, but my mom had other ideas. (Prequel to Taken With Tucker)
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