"And what exactly did Madeline tell you. And I want the truth!" She lowered her voice, "On the night she died.." she took a deep breath. "She told me everything." She continued, "She came home late, her lips were busted, her clothes were torn, and she was grasping her bruised side. I'll never get the image out of my mind." Neither will I. She was in the same condition when I saw her commit suicide. ~~~💞💞💞~~~ Christine Clark tries to be as heartless as her mother, because in some twisted way she admires her. She is far too young to be dealing with so much bullshit. Secrecy, suicides, a dysfunctional family, assault and loss. "My whole life is basically a lie." ---------- "Oh, well who would've thought two complete strangers would be sitting here getting to know each other." ---------- His left hand gripped my waist and his right hand slowly wrapped around my neck, squeezing slightly. He brought his lips to my ear. I felt his hot breath on my skin, "Don't cross me Anna, or you'll never feel safe in this house again." ---------- Join Christine on her journey as she learns the truth about herself and the people around her. As she learns to receive love and give it. ~~~~°°°°~~~~°°°°~~~~°°°°~~~~°°°° I DON'T OWN ANY IMAGES IN THIS BOOK. I GOT THEM OFF THE INTERNET. AND IF MY BOOK IS SIMILAR TO YOURS, IT'S JUST A COINCIDENCE.
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