Fight For You {Book 2 completed}

*Sequel to Only You* It is said that time heals all wounds, but Ally’s cuts just keep getting deeper and deeper. She thinks the horror is over when Damen is locked away, but little does she know. What will she think when she starts getting cryptic little ‘presents’ on her doorstep early in the morning? And how will she react when there is a note left, threatening the people she loves? Little does Ally know that the horror is hardly over.
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11. *Authors Note*

JK: Hey my Little Carrots. Sorry I haven’t updated in a while. I have a lot going on right now and they are more important than fan fictions, in my case. I know some of you are dying for an update feed, soon will be coming, I promise. It’s just that right now I don’t have time to write any more. The same is some of my other movellas. I know I need to manage my time better and will do so.

Damen: Oh quit yah blabbing!

JK: Damen? *lip quivers*

Damen: Oh don’t you go crying on me now. You made me look like a filthy rapist!

JK: Me? You made yourself a rapist. You’re the one that raped her not me.

Damen: Yes but you created me! You’re the one that made me rape her! You and your stupid brain always make me the bad guy. *cries quietly hugging knees*

JK: Don’t talk to your mother like that! Yes, you’re right; I am the one that created you! I am the one that made you come alive! You should be grateful!

Damen: Some mother you are. You put me as a rapist, physco path that wants Ally to himself.

JK: Well, don’t you want Ally to yourself?

Damen: *wipes tears, looks at me with a soft face and whispers* Yes

JK: Well then, this is the way were going to go. You’re going to be the bad guy and…

Damen: No! I don’t want to be that bad guy anymore! Make Liam the bad guy. You made him and everyone else all nice and good, but me. I hate you! *Runs of into the background*

JK: My baby! Come back! Don’t run away from mommy!

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