Don't Get To Close | Jelena

Don't Get To Close | Jelena

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Justin Bieber
Selena Gomez
As a young girl my mother always told me that no matter how far deep in ditch you're in you'll always get out. Some people can get out faster, and well for others it can take years. I always listened to her she gave the best words of wisdom, but those words specifically-I believed them until she died with my father and little sister. When she passed away I still believed because my big brother with me-and that one day I stopped and that very day was the day that I never saw my brother again. ~~ She worked for some years it got her in many dangerous situations but her brother got her in a situation with someone, something that never crossed his mind when he left-his own boss. And when the first time they meet something tells them that they'll be stuck together for awhile.
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I waited by the window watching for the headlights of a car pull in the drive. They finally shone in the window pane, I sighed and hopped down off my windowsill. I heard the front door shuffle open and feet stumble through the door. My heart began beating faster with every step that the drunk bastard made. "Where are you, you fat bitch? Get down here now! I aint gonna fucking wait for you, sleaze ass." My cheeks burned red. I wanted to jump out of the window and fall to my death. Tears rolled down my face as my father kept calling me names. I heard footsteps pounding and shuffling up the stairs.I opened the window and sat on the sill. I let my feet and legs dangle over the side, I looked down at the ground. The drop would be long but not fatal, I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. "One...two-" Hi my name is Lena Decker I am an 18 year old girl. My mother died a few years ago, my dad became a junkie and also became extremely abusive. I meet someone very special. Read on to learn.

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