Part 17: Searching

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I went to the nearby grocery store, about a block up the street,but I didn't see her outside. I walked into the store and looked down every isle and she wasn't there. I began to get really worried and called her phone again, this time while walking outside. I heard a phone ring as I walked around the back of the building to where there was an ally. There was a dumpster and I heard the phone ringing. Running over I looked on the other side of the dumpster and there she was. She was crying, her makeup running, her hair a mess. I didn't know what was going on. I held my hand out to her offering to help her get up, she shook her head no.
"I can't do this." She said standing up on her own jerking her arm away from mine as I tried to help her up. I looked at her confused and she knew I was thinking why are you doing this?
"You always write how you care about me but you don't. I left, you didn't even notice."
But the thing is I did notice. I didn't want her to go. She made that choice.
"I left and walked here. When I was on the way I went the back way, behind the grocery store where I am now. A man came out of no where... He attacked me."

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