How the badboy fixed the broken soul (on hold)

How the badboy fixed the broken soul (on hold)

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"Oh momma I don't know what to do I feel numb"I say wiping away some tears and then continuing"momma s..she dea...d"I let out a shaking breath. Nobody seems to get you, you feel you're on your own, But listen, pretty lady, you don't have to be alone. So, baby, don't cut, baby, don't cut. You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cut. I know your heart is hurting, you think the road has end, You may just feel that blade you're holding is your only friend. But baby don't cut, baby don't cut. You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cu After Ella tried to commit suicide she is in the hospital. The choice of stay in a mental institution or being taking care of by someone is on the table for Ella but there's a twist With her dad working long hours and her brother Ethan has got a scholarship no one she around to look after her. Who will look after? This is the story of two broken souls trying to fix each other and the ups and downs they will face.
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DIABOLIC SERIES 3 All my life I've lost my breath. It would happen over the simplest things, if I stretched too high to catch a ball, lifted something for too long, if I sneezed, if I talked. Other times I would loose my breath because I had a panic attack, or was yelling or being yelled at, if I was exerting myself on a physical level. Having the wind knocked out of me is a familiar feeling. But I didn't truly know what it felt like to loose the air in my lungs, loose the feeling that has kept my alive my entire life. I didn't loose it when I fell in love, I didn't loose it when I found out one drunken night with the girl I love would mean a baby, I didn't loose it when I found out that I'd actually be a father. No, I lost that when she told me that she doesn't love me. When she spit in my face how much she can't stand me, how I've ruined her life, that she doesn't want me in any aspect. I'm not her 'type' whatever that means, seeing as she quite willingly had sex with me. Her saying this made this ugly, lonely and depressing thought hit my diaphragm. Violet Thompson is carrying my child. And she despises me for it. The way I came to this conclusion was simple, Nonnie- -that's what I call her, since her middle name's Noel and I wanted something to call her that if I shouted it in the middle of a crowd, only she would turn to and know it's me- -told me that all she wants is someone there. A father for her baby, a physical presence. Not a mind, personality. Not a person. A body. A shell. I've been a dead man walking. And I was that shell, was just a body... until I found him.

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