Sarah and Her Tea Party (Short Story)

Sarah and Her Tea Party (Short Story)

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Tea, oh tea. A very wonderful thing indeed. Sit down, pour some for yourself, there's more than plenty for just me. Sarah was very young, a girl who only wanted to play, when her parents warned her, people wanted to take her away. Why would anyone, want to do that? She asked of her mother, who said not to fret. For we'll lock the door, throw away the key, and on even numbers, you can expect me. Some people don't understand, the way our family is, they see something different, and they throw a fit. We'll keep you in your room. Your toys will here. We'll check on you often. So have no fear.
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"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in one swift motion, he has me on the floor. He's now straddling me with both my hands above me and the knife in his hands, pressed lightly against my throat. This turns me on... "I...I stand corrected." I wheeze in laughter, ignoring the massive pain in my head. "Now can you be a nice guy and turn off the music and help me with this pain please?" "That's all I was waiting for, Doll." He smirks and gets off of me, setting the knife on the counter. I roll over, groaning as I make my way to the living room to lay on the couch. Liam Forte and Jasmine Galvin. Opposite, but similar in many ways. The difference? He's a player. Every school has one, and Liam is the one. Moving in to her house shortly after summer has officially started, Jasmine has to deal with the boy who will leave a permanent mark on her life. Kinda immature, I'm no grown ass woman. SLOWLY EDITING. DON'T SHOOT! Follow up: DONE EDITING. YOU MAY DROP YOUR WEAPONS! Follow up to the follow up: NOT REALLY DONE EDITING, BUT KEEP THE FIRE DOWN! I'M WRITING THE SECOND BOOK (the better one, in my opinion) SO MY TIME IS ATE UP.

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