My Fake Identity.

My Fake Identity.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jul 25, 2016
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Life for me is not all its cut out to be. My name Cassie McCartney, well that's who i use to be. After my mom died i started living with my dad who is a gang leader of one of the most violent gang in last Angeles. He is like any typical gang leader he smokes drinks and all that but last but not least a bad parent, it may seems like he's trying but deep down he's not even shit to me.
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"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

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