Hidden *Sequel to Stolen*
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SEQUEL TO STOLEN
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#37 in Kidnapping: July 18, 2018
#30 in Kidnapping: July 21, 2018
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After a month of getting my life back, I really thought I was finally free, knowing that Chip was behind bars, and that I was no longer a pet to anyone. But as time slowly started to change, I started to notice things are different, that maybe nothing good will ever be the same. I start to lose trust in people, double guessing on things and losing friends. His words still haunt my mind. The day he held a gun to my head and now, I can't even step outside without someone bring up the kidnapping. Maybe I was lying to myself that my life was going to return to being normal, maybe I was wrong on a lot of parts, maybe, just maybe, the only person left to trust is the one who took me from my life in the first place, maybe we both need saving.
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