AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This is my first published story. I have been writing for years but have always been shy about posting. Thanks!
If you want me to continue with it please let me know.
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I was 12 years old when it started. My stepfather, Mitch, would sneak into my bedroom long after my mother had passed out from a drunken stoupor.
I was scared. He'd threaten to hurt me or my mother if I told anyone. My mother eventually caught on because I became pregnant when I was 14. Mitch pushed me down a flight of stairs and I lost the baby. My mother blamed me. She'd get drunk and scream that I was trying to steal her husband. She didn't try to stop it, though. She'd continue drinking and berating me until she passed out and then Mitch would come back to my room.
I wore long clothes all the time, even in the summer, to hide the marks and bruises left behind. My mother drank herself to death shortly after I turned 15, leaving me in Mitch's care permanently. It made it easier for him after that. No one was around to stop him from having me whenever he wanted. I was his personal slave.
I was withdrawn and didn't have any friends. What was the point? It's not like I could invite them over, and I wasn't allowed to go anywhere besides school. I didn't trust anyone anyways.
But finally when I turned 16 I made a run for it. I'd had enough. Living on the streets had to be better then where I was at.
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Broken
FanfictionAbused and alone, Amelia Lincoln runs away from her home looking for a way out. When she winds up in Tulsa, Oklahoma, she meets someone who would do anything to help her. But is she strong enough to be saved? PART ONE OF THE DAMAGED TRILOGY.
