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"I already said I don't need your help! What part of that don't you get?!""Then why let us help you in the first place?! You needed our help! Face it! It's not a bad thing to-""Dammit, it's because I was tired of being alone!" I yell, tears suddenly stinging my eyes. "Because I had to watch my family get turned, and I couldn't do anything. I had to put them down. The helpless and empty feeling you get after that is the worst feeling!!" I yell again, my voice only getting louder.He pauses for a second and the silence between us is deafening. "I know that feeling." ------------------------------Updates come every week on Wednesday :)Remember to star chapters so this story pops up on more people's explore pages 🥰Don't forget to share the story and follow <3If this story doesn't seem like your kind of story, I have multiple other different stories on my profile :)Feedback and corrections are always welcome! Rudeness or any sort of hate will be blocked (nobody got time for dat 😂)All chapters are pre written, meaning I wrote them most likely a week or so before publishing. This ensures that I continue updating this book, even if I go a couple weeks without writing. If you want to publish this in a different language, you must ask for permission first. Otherwise it is copyright/plagiarism.You may not publish on a different platform than in which the story is originally published on, and credit must be given on the first page, or in the description section.Last but definitely not least, I hope you all enjoy! Happy reading!…

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Stockholm Syndrome - A psychological response that occurs when hostage or abuse victims bond with, or fall in love with their assailants.I wish I had known about this when I was being held hostage. I didn't know that I was held hostage. I didn't know people were looking for me. I didn't even know I had a fake name. Olivia Stockholm.…

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Every foster kid knows the "ten minute rule."When someone comes to pick you up, you have ten minutes to pack up your stuff, or at least what's important, and go. I was given less. About six minutes, and I was dragged out of my room. I learned not to fight back or I'd get hit. "Hey, Addison," a soft voice cooed as I walk into the room, a tight grip on my wrist by mistress. Or who I like to call Ms. Bitchiness when she's not around. All I'm able to muster is a smile that tugged lightly at the corners of my lips.Here we go again.…

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"Which one's the mom?""Neither,""So it's a boyfriend and boyfriend, gay type of thing?""Yep,""What are their names?" "Dan and Phil, also known as Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil."…

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I look up at the four boys, singing their Australian hearts out to the crowd, Ashton banging on his drums with his drumsticks until he needs to grab a new drumstick because he broke the other, and continues, beads of sweat flying off of his hair.Luke is singing his heart out, his eyes closing every now and again, emphasizing the passion he feels while he's singing and playing his guitar, sweat running down the back of his neck, and the front chest part of his shirt soaked in sweat.Michael has his knees bent slightly as he strums so hard I'm afraid the strings are going to go ping and break, curling up as they do so. He occasionally leans forward and sings backup vocals into his mic and scans the crowd then smiles and then looks over at Luke and Calum.Calum is also playing guitar and practically dancing around Luke and Michael before he stops beside Luke and sings into the same mic, sharing the same enthusiasm as the rest of them.All was going well. Everything was happy, everyone was jumping around excitedly, and then there was me. A gunshot was heard. The boys stopped playing and ducked, the whole crowd screamed and dropped to their knees, covering their heads, some of them running for the exit.But then there was me. Unwillingly falling, with blood running down the side of my neck.I hit the ground with a thud, and my head hits the ground. Hard, before I see security tackling a man and surrounding me, before someone pushes through them."Are you alright?!" He shouts, his eyes wild with fear, worry and anger."Ashton -" is all I can say before my eyes close and I pass out.…

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"Can I go see them?" I never realized where they went until I was ten. "What were they like?"I know what killed them. And I want revenge. "Are you Cass and Max' daughter?"I have to lie. They wouldn't approve of it but I have to. I look at my little brother and sister as they play with Adam and Alesa's dogs. They won't understand. But I want to protect them from the truth. Because that's what big sisters do.. Right?…

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Dear Sky,My name is Tessa Janine Mathews, but I prefer to be called TJ even though I'm a girl. A girl with a masculine name, I know, but it's more of a gender neutral name. I was born with two drug addicts, who just happened to be my two abusive parents. Yeah. They'd verbally abuse me, and sometimes, if it was one of those bad days, they'd physically abuse me.But I didn't call the cops because.. Well.. I didn't want to be thrown in an orphanage or adoption center or whatever the hell you want to call it. But I ended up running away from home, the cops found me, an eighteen year old girl on the street, wandering around aimlessly. When they asked me where I live- because, well, I looked like complete and utter shit, I told them I don't have a home so they brought me here. To this stupid orphanage, or what I like to call hell.Well, I know you've got better things to do, so I'll end the letter here before it gets too long. Signed by TJ Mathews…

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Hi. I'm Cassandra Rose. Or from how you all know me from book three, Cassandra Lapras. But since this is from the beginning, my last name is Rose. You all know only some of what happened in the beginning. But what if I told you this,What if I told you our story? Our story from the beginning?Well, that's what I'm going to do now. My name is Cassandra Rose, and this is my beginning.…

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I watch the videos Max and I would make together just for fun. I laugh softly, holding my phone out in front of me as tears pool up in my eyes. I miss him.. So much.. "No!! Max!!" My voice screams over the phone. I laugh again. He'd always pick me up by my legs and run me around. I still remember how we met.. He'd always been the guy to do the right thing. He was walking down the freshman hall- he was a junior and saw me being bullied. He defended me from that day on and.. I think I fell for him. But now he's famous. He makes videos with Adam. I'll never see or talk to him again.. ----------Cassandra Rose, 17 years old. She used to be best friends with Max- when he lived in Louisiana. He moved to Seattle, met Adam, became one of his editors, and now makes videos with him. She thinks she'll never see him again but when she sees he's back in Louisiana for vacation.. She knows she has to see him.…

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Remember our love? Remember the day you proposed? Remember the day we met? Remember the day you kissed me? Remember the day we became more than just friends? More than best friends?So do I. But you kissed her. Dropped it all. Forgot what we had. But I never stopped loving you. Never completely. I never will.…

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"Who are you?"I don't know who he is. -"If you are who you say you are.. I'll try my best to remember you." -I'm Cassandra Rose. Three weeks ago, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor that could become cancerous. Two weeks ago, I went into surgery. And those two weeks ago, I lost my memory. Of friends. My family is the only memory that was saved and locked up. And I'm trying my best to remember everyone I lost in my life.…