Nearly Gone

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It's never too late to crumble your walls.

But Fawn had to build hers back up. It wasn't the same in the house she had once called a home, not after Jean had died anyway.

Her father was a reckless man who threw Fawn around. Right now she clung to the hem of his shirt, pleading for him to stop. Asking for him to stop drinking and to stop stuffing old men's penises into her mouth.

Fawn Barkley had never had a good time before, not until Greyson showed up.

This is what real friendship is.