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Enjoy chapter 8, everyone reading this! Sorry it's a day late, I was distracted by Harry Potter and my brothers last night.
8. Pen and Paper
Chewing on the end of the blue biro pen, Salima tried to think what she should write. Every week, as promised, she wrote a letter to her mother (always a letter, never an email or even a typed letter) telling her what it was like to live in a foreign country and be the girlfriend of an immensely famous sportsman.
It was a case of where to start, really. With tales of glittering stardom, hanging on Kai's arm and smiling for the cameras? Her new friends, all beyblading stars in their own right?
With this? She touched the purple-red, teeth-marked bruise that sat proudly on her throat.
Or, with this? One hand rested lightly on her stomach, where a small telltale bulge was growing.
What a decision.
Why do I have such a thing for making them slightly sado-masochistic? (drools) Ah, that's why.
Dun dun DUUUUN, pregnancyyyy ...
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