My Angel, My Hope
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Per adultiIn corso14m
Ultima pubblicazione mer, gen 4, 2017
My name is Katie Harris. To say I've seen evil is an understatement, I lived it.
I was orphaned at the age of twelve after my mom was killed by a drunk driver. I was sent to live with my long lost uncle and his family on a rural farm.
Isolated and miles and miles away from civilization, I never knew the depravity one can experience at the hands of the people who were suppose to love and care for you.
WARNING! This story contains adult situations, trauma and abuse and is not recommended for young readers. Please be advised that this story may also cause triggers for some. Reader discretion is advised.
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