Chapter 2

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"Hey, Babe," Toby mutters nonchalantly.

"Hun, you really need to clean the blood off of the couch."

"Why can't you clean it up, Madison?" Toby says in a joking tone. It's funny how often he says things like that. The part that isn't funny, though, is how I have to relive how he choked me and stabbed me over and over.

"Because, baby," I pinch his cheeks like a toddler,"You killed me three years ago."

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