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Author's Chapter Notes:
I'd probably say this is one to be cautious to read...
I was eight years old the day my innocence was taken away. No longer was I the high spirited kid who everyone thought had ADHD or ADD or even both.
It was just any other day, walking home with my best friend.

He came out of no where, stuffing me into his van, ripping off my clothes and hurting me in every way.

Several minutes later he dumped me back out in a sobbing messy heap. I could hear someone calling my name in the distance but I couldn't focus.

It hurt so bad. And it would always hurt apparently.


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