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James' Story--Chapter Two Chapter two:James' Story--Chapter Two by ~clairebearr
“So, what are you suggesting?” Jackie asked James the next day. James took a large sip of the black coffee, ignoring the burning sensation in his throat.
“I think he molested us, or raped us, or something. Jackie, I swear, that dream…it felt so real. But I don’t remember Dad doing anything to us.”
“You’ve always been creative. A writer’s mind. That’s what makes your books sell, James.” Jackie concluded, stirring her tea. James shook his head quickly.
“No, no. It wasn’t something I wrote, I’m sure of it. Jacqueline, I’m serious. I think Dad used t
Braden's questions to Richard Why?Braden's questions to Richard by ~clairebearr
You have no idea how many sleepless nights I spent wondering that question. It's not like you're alive and able to answer me. And if you were alive, I doubt you'd answer me, too. But I can't stop thinking about it.
Do you have any idea what you put me through? Do you know what an impact you've made on my life? I want to die because of you. Nothing is the same now. My mum and I fight all the time, Callie is getting distant, not to mention how Connor and Nicole are taking it.
Why? For what? What joy did you get from taking everything from me? You stole everything I valued and destroyed it. Everything from my friendships to my virginity,
Untitled Document Prologue:Untitled Document by ~clairebearr
…trailing up my thigh…I gasp and throw Seth’s hand off me, sitting up. I’m winded, and it has nothing to do with kissing my boyfriend. My stomach starts doing somersaults and I feel as though I’m about to be sick. How attractive.
“Lily?”
Shh, it’s just me.
“I-I-” I start, closing my eyes over the tears, trying to make sure Seth can’t see me.
Don’t tell me you’re scared. You know me.
“Babe, are you okay?” he touches my shoulder, trying to comfort me. I scream and stand up, off the couch, looking at him. Hurt flicks across his face and a lump rise
Outraged 
Sta.sh
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"We accept the love we think we deserve."
Stephen Chbosky