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"𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮-𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳... 𝘩𝘢𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦..." 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖨 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾? 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅...

𝙸𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉. 𝖬𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗈'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖺 𝗇𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖨 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 3 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍. I didn't have anything left for me and my mom

life was finally balance for once.

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𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒

𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍: 𝙃𝙚𝙮 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨.

𝘼𝙋𝙋 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨

:𝗙𝗢𝗡𝗧

𝙋𝙄𝘾𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙎

: 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧

𝐼𝑁𝑇𝑅𝑂𝐷𝑈𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁

FL: BEATRICE WINSTON

AGE:25

BIRTH: 6/13/1999

STAT:SINGLE

OCCUPATION: PART-TIMER

SCHOOL: HIGHSCOOL GRADUATE

PARENTS: MS. WINSTON, STEP DAD MR. WARREN

❗Fiction world❗

...𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗘...

"𝐹'𝐶𝐾 𝑂𝐹𝐹! 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠!" Beatrice's demand while catching her breath since 4 man was grabbing her and pulling her into the corner, they tie Beatrice hands and put a tape in her mouth. Someone was sitting across the room blending in with the dark shadow corners.

"𝐻𝑀𝐻𝑀!" Beatrice scream to let her go and tried none stop to untie the rope and move relentlessly.

"𝑀𝑠. 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒... 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑗𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑗𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑗𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦... 𝑀𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦." 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗎𝗒... 𝖨𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋. Beatrice moved her body and change her position to sitting.

"𝐻𝑀𝐻𝑃𝐻𝑀𝐻𝐻𝐻---"A punch was thrown to Beatrice in the stomach.

The Creditor order his man to take the tape off.

"𝑃𝐻𝐴𝑊...ℎ𝑎𝑎…ℎ𝑎... 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑦-𝑦𝑜𝑢... 𝑀𝑟. 𝑅𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝐼 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟... 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡---" Mr. Rick lean his face close to Beatrice and whisper in her ear.

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤... 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤... 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑦𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑑? 𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 $1000 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑡."

Left stunned with Mr. Ricks word she was dumbfounded.

Mr. Rick and her mans left after hearing the cop.

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Later that evening at the police station.

"𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟! 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒?" I can hear my mother screaming from the other room, I don't want to let her see me like this because it will only break her heart.

My mom is ill... I can't let her blame herself just because my father failed to protect us.

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TO BE CONTINUE