Chapter 36

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TW: Abuse mention and death

I wake up the next day tired and drained. Last night I had the worst sleep ever. You know when you can't sleep but you're so tired? And so you move and wiggle around to try and get comfy but no matter how hard you try, you can't get comfortable. So you lay there, on the verge of tears because you're so angry and frustrated that your own body, which is telling you to sleep, won't let you.

Well, that was me last night.

I didn't end up falling asleep till around 3 or 4 am. I woke up at 11:00 so I got atleast 6 hours. But they were the most restless 6 hours of sleep.

I didn't really know why, but I just blamed it on the fact that I'm away from my boyfriend and all my friends and my dangerous dad is trying to literally kill me.

I roll over sluggishly to check the time on my phone. I had 45 minutes till I had to be at the station. Not as much time as I wanted, but what can you do?

I hope out and put ok a casual fit before heading down stairs to eat some breakfast

I hope out and put ok a casual fit before heading down stairs to eat some breakfast

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As I'm sitting at the dining table with my bowl of cereal, I get a text from Tommy.

<Tommy3

Hey sat

I just wanted to message you and remind how much I love you and that I'm always here for you <33

Tommy on his soft arc?

Take it or leave it

Ok sorry

But I love you too tommy

Thanks for always being here for me <33

Anything for my love

I'm not a simp.

I'm not a simp.

I'm. Not. A. Simp.

.

Ok maybe I'm a little bit of a simp.

But how can you not simp for someone that says that? Like honestly.

I text tommy for a few more minutes before realising I have to get to station. I say goodbye to tommy, put away my bowl and get in my car.

I play some music to lift my spirits as I drive down the busy streets.

I pull into the white building before hoping out and walking inside.

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