AGE GAP STORY!!!
Beverly clover fawn, the definition of sweetness, the most precious girl as considered by her parents. but due to her father's business and busy schedule, he somewhere left his daughter behind.
that's when someone else grabbed he...
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{Beverly}
The feeling when your whole world comes crashing down. When my whole life I've believed that my mother died due to an accident.
The word 'dad' comes out of my mouth with a bitter taste. A heavy heart and a dead brain.
My own dad killed my mom.
I grew up believing that it was an accident.
My dad is planning to kill me. For property.
Here's a thing about my panic attacks.
They start by shaking of my hands, then my legs go weak and suddenly I can't breathe anymore.
Suddenly all the voices around me become absolutely silent and the only thing I can hear is my irregular breathing. I need pumpkin.
I need him to hold me, to tell me it's okay , to tell me that he'll be there for me. Always.
My vision starts to blur, I can hear the crushing of paper caused by my fist. Inside was mama's torn letter.
They murdered her. And now, they'll do the same to me.
I hold the table with my shaky hands and gather courage to call the first person that shows up in my call logs.
"Hello?" His voice echoes in my room, I bite my lip trying to control my tears.
My legs go numb and I fall on the floor. They killed her.
"Hello? Tellytub? You there" Jan questions, I want to answer. I really do, but all I can do is sniff back my tears and crack my fingers.
"Where are you? I'm coming to pick you up" he finally makes making me feel a little better.
"M-mama's h-ho-house" . I could hear the jingling of his keys, i could hear him start his car and drive off.
Jan was there for me.
I don't know how long I sat there, staring at the ceiling, warm and salty tears falling from my eyes as I pat Gracy's head who was now tired of wiping my tears.
My dad killed his wife.
And just like that, I hear the honking of a car. Jan's car. Not being bothered about anything, I silently pick Gracy up and pack her bags with all her necessities.
