Being Saved

Being Saved

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Mar 23, 2016
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"I hate it. Everything. What did I do wrong? Do I really deserve this? I just wish I had a normal family"thought Genevieve as she was beaten by her step-father "St-stop" Genevieve said weakly "Stop?!" Yelled her step-father or should say, foster parent, "No no no, I think you deserve more!" "CAN YOU GUYS KEEP IT DOWN?!? I can hear you from the other room!" That was my "mom" "Fine! Just one more!" My "dad" said as he kicked me in the stomach, knocking the remaining air out of my lungs. He lifted me up be my hair and said "we'll finish this tomorrow" he walked off, probably to get a beer. 'This is my life now' 'I just want......to be......saved...' A/N: Whooo! A book! I hope you like it, and if you see any mistakes just tell me. WARNING: mature content, by 'mature content' I mean, violence, bad words, and maybe even self-harm, but I DO NOT encourage ANYONE to harm themselves, please don't, and if you do I just wish I could help but you can always private message me, don't be afraid. Thank you for reading my book(if you are) and I hope you 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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