Chapter 13 Realization

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It's dark in the bathroom. Adams arms are around me, and I fall to the door. Crying. I'm never going to catch a break. It's always one shitty thing after another. Why won't it stop. Adam is rocking me back and forth humming "River flows in you." It hurts. It's like a hole was put throw my heart. Multiple jabs. Upper cuts.  I'm scared.

He's never going to stop unless he gets me back. He doesn't want me dead. He said that he needed me. For some strange reason I believe him. When he said he was sorry I believed him. I believed him when he said he wasn't messing with anyone. But I was wrong. What if he gets to me before I or the police gets to him.

I need to take lessons. I need to learn how to fight, if not how to shoot a gun. I need to know how to take people out, of their in my way. And it hits me. Im so sick of being stomped on. Being used. Im not pitying nobody. No one gave a damn about me. Oh I told you. Fuck what they told me. Im done with this world.

No longer would I let this happen again. Im going to kill Joe. I'm going to make him suffer. I'm going to make him feel what I felt for the past year or two. Pay back, revenge always sound sweet together.

Adam and I been taking fighting classes together. Even though its game time, I'm still having fun. We go to the gun range every Tuesday and Thursday. Go to the casino every Monday and Wednesday. Fight club on Saturdays and Sundays.  And Fridays are to ourselves. Being with Adam is showing me not all men are the same, and that maybe there will be an us.

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