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I gasped as my back hit the wall,his hands on both sides of me. "What did you say,pretty?",he whispered,making me shiver slightly with my brain going into overdrive. "I said I hate you", I replied,each word laced with venom.... He chuckled lightly and moved closer. Did I want him to or didn't I? "Hatred is rather a strong word,pretty. I'd rather you don't use it with me". _________________ Igbayilola Goke has to learn to rise and walk again no matter what life throws at her. After a tragedy leaves her and her family in emotional despair,how does she cope with starting over? What lessons does she gather from her reactions to everything that seems to happen in the twinkle of an eye? ______________ ______________ This story is unedited. I will try to limit typographical errors but I am not perfect. I will edit upon completion. Thanks ❤
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