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Love Bites
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Continúa, Has publicado feb 25, 2016
Scarlett Nicole Dixon is nothing short of what her brothers are. She's brutal, a slight bit racist, a player, and violent. At times she can be more scary than both of her brothers combined. She never feels bad for what she does, nor does she ever apologize.  She hasn't cried since the last time her dad beat her, when she was 17. that was the worst time he beat her, Daryl took her out of the house and they lived with his friends for a few months until he raped Scarlett.Daryl and Scarlett lived out of Daryl's truck after that. Daryl tried keeping her out of trouble, but she's landed in jail a handful of times. 

This book is not going to follow the story line exactly, and I will be adding in parts. So don't comment telling me that I didn't do it right. I don't own any of AMC's The Walking Dead character, only the ones I make up, like Scarlett. if you're going to read my story, please vote and comment so I know that it is getting reads.
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