Twenty Seven Ways To Die For Love

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The day my mom died, my boyfriend, Chad, got kidnapped for the twenty-sixth time.

To save him, I dove into a freaking ice-water tank even though I can't swim. It was some sick game for those guys.

Five minutes later, they yanked me out, and I passed out, blood pooling under me.

Chad showed up, holding his phone, and said, like it was a joke:

"Shelly, what'd I tell ya? That moron would totally save me to get her mom's hospital bills paid. Drowning's awesome on camera, right? Knocked her rig