Left Lonley

Left Lonley

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I was a slut or that is what everyone thought atleast. A slut with an abusive dad. If I was a slut to everyone eles why try to be better why try to talk them out of it it was everyones standerds so why try. If they thought I was a slut why change thier minds. Josh is my perfect abused, bullied, and teased on little brother. My life was a mess but why did his have to be? I know the discription sucks but just give it a chance, ifyou dont like it then lesson learned right? I you like it then.... thankyou I geuss. I a new writer and this is my first book so advice is good thanks!
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VERY MATURE CONTENT 18+ (TRIGGER WARNING!!). Little Lizzie was just five year's old when her mom passed away from cancer, now being raised by her father. They were a happy healthy household until one night a horrific storm changed their dynamic drastically. Lizzie had alway's been afraid of the noises that the storm's made outside her bedroom window so she would alway's hid in her, Daddies bed beside him to feel safe. But this one particular night was different. This one particular storm changed, little Lizzie's life forever no longer able to trust or depend on men because her, Daddy had changed in that one single night. I felt my, Daddies finger's creep down my arm as I laid beside him afraid of the scary monster's outside. He never used to touch me. He used to be my safe place. I felt his fingers slide under the hem of my Jammie's. "Daddy!". "Shhh, Peanut". "Be a good girl for, Daddy". "But I don't like how it feel's, Daddy". "Please don't hurt me". He doesn't answer, he never answers. Just continues with what he's doing as I lay there sobbing. Now at the age of eighteen how will, Lizzie navigate through life. Will she be able to deal with the whisper's and watchful eye of everyone around her, judging her?. Will she be able to find love after the torment she went through growing up?. Will she get past the nightmares?. Read to find out what happen's throughout her journey. (MATURE CONTENT) (18+) (TRIGGER WARNING)

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