Something sweet for someone bitter

Something sweet for someone bitter

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Mar 12, 2016
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Fiction
Romance
A girl named Chloe Summers work as an Head interior designer in Roberts Holdings Inc. something happened in her past that left a huge scar in her heart which changed her to be stronger and so she built a wall to avoid pain. Chloe kept herself distant from people afraid that if she gets attached too much she might fall and be left alone over and over again. With that she's been stone cold to everyone. But what will happen if she meets someone who'll be an exception to all her rules? Who'll try everything just to break her walls? Will she let him love her? Or will she refuse him and go on with her heartless life? It's for you to find out and for me to write. If you have something in mind feel free to leave a comment. Enjoy
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"You are a worthless piece of trash! We should've gotten rid of you when we had the chance!" My abusive dad shouted, slapping me with all of his might. My name is Chloe Adams. Both of my parents have abused me my entire life. I'm covered in bruises, cuts, and burns from head to toe, but I've learned how to cover them up. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever escape this hell hole. "Yeah you should've." I agreed, whispering under my breath. "What was that!?" He yelled even louder than before. "N-Nothing." I stuttered, afraid of his reaction. I don't want to be pushed down the stairs again. The last time that happened, I broke my wrist. They didn't even take me to the hospital. I had to bandage it myself. "That's what I thought! Go fetch me a beer!" He ordered. There comes a moment when you don't want to stop. When you don't want to get better. You just don't care anymore. Read to find out how one small yet huge text can change Chloe's outlook on this magical journey we call life.

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