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The people that are suppose to protect him, the school, are against him for all the wrong reasons though it isn't a surprise. The police aren't much better. If he had been able to tell them what happened, show them the chain and ankle cuff, the window he crawled out of, the injuries it might have helped but I can understand why he didn't or couldn't bring himself to do so. I'm happy his father is dead now. I would guess James got his locker combo from the girl when she was watching over his shoulder. I'm curious about the smoke bombs and how or if it will be connected to anything in future chapters. You are a great writer!!
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Thank you Parker. The times alone, the cold, the misery and everything else is what made me who I am today. I wish it never happened to me and wish it would never happen to anyone else. This is the only way I can voice things for myself so people understand me some. The books that you write give a voice to the ones that can't or won't use theirs.
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Thank you for the compliments. From one survivor to another, I'm happy we're both here to share these thought and keep moving forward.
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He can't catch a break. The mental and physical abuse by his dad, almost getting raped in the locker room, his treatment as a guilty party by the principle instead of as the victim he is. The fact he hasn't taken his life is impressive.
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Sadness for Stephan, anger for his father, mistrust of the girls intentions. You pulled off another good chapter.
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Great job on this. It is very sad to read but an incredible story.
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This is an incredible chapter. Painful to read and I'm sure equally painful to write. Stefan reminds me of a beaten dog. Knows that things are bad and likely to get worse, yet his cage is what he's use to and doesn't know any better. He's been abused for years and psychologically tormented and broken. His resourcefulness in finding water and escaping his basement captivity is a credit to his courage and strength. He didn't give up and end things after such sever torture by someone who should not have been allowed to ever breed.
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It seemed like in no time, summer was passing and with it, my birthday came and went. When one day looks like any other, it’s kind of easy to forget what day it is. I was actually happy I had forgotten about it. That meant I couldn’t feel bad no one else knew about it either. When I did think about it though, it wasn’t the birthday that came to mind. It was the one year anniversary of living on the streets. I don’t think I’ll ever get to where I will like September again. Walking through d
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A prison built within a maze that seems to be filled with trap doors leading deeper into the prison of his own mistrust.
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Like Chapter 5, this was not easy to write. Matt started to open up to the guys and the things they shared with him during the week allowed him to hope. The actions of one person though were enough to set him back. As always, Thank you Parker.
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This was a particularly difficult chapter to write. If nothing else comes of this story, I hope it at least causes people to think.
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Only time will tell on both. Thank you so much for reading and sharing your feelings on it.
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I agree with you on his pain, though if they had died there would be closure. I always enjoy seeing the perspectives of others when they read this.
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Far easier to trust the motives of customers then risking the letdown of placing any shred that remains in the wrong person. Thank you Parker for reading and for the compliments.
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Wow... What an incredibly powerful first chapter. I'm looking forward to reading more. Just from my own experiences I know what I'd like to do to Stefan's father.
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That's one of the best descriptions I've heard, Dragon. It truly is a prison of his own construction that he lives in. Thanks for your continued support and encouragement.
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The perfect poem for Remembrance Day!
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Ethan hiked for a little while before stopping to give his leg a rest. It was hurting some, but did not seem that bad. While resting, he wondered if he should try to make his way back to Richmond or maybe figure some new city to head to. The more he thought about it and the life he had left behind, the less he wanted to return. A part of him would have preferred if the wolves or something else finished him off instead of going back to that life. He was not sure what new city he would want to go
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The next morning, having not come to a timely end in the night, I made my way back to my home at the park. The weather was still near freezing; however it had finally stopped raining so I was at least able to stay dry. Some of the few park residents who were still around despite the cold were surprised to see me back. They weren’t sure if I was going to survive or not when they took me to the hospital. I thanked them for helping me. A gruff looking man, an army veteran shrugged it off. “We got
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Thanks for the comments, Cannd. Martial arts are no guarantee of protection, especially when you've been extremely ill and are still recovering. You might know what to do to stop something, however you don't have the strength. Going to them would have required trust. Every time he allowed a shred of trust in someone another person would come along and take that away. In his mind its safer to not trust anyone.
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Tim, as always, Thank you! As I'm sure you know, sometimes trust can be as illusive as a unicorn and hope can seem more dangerous then a loaded gun.
