Chapter 8- Oh boy.

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"Regina?" I wake up from my nap scared. This dream again? I've always hated this dream, because I never get to see the ending.
"Yes?" I say, getting up but failing to. "Let me help." He grabs hold of my arm and slowly pulls my legs down. The scars. I push his hand away as he tries to look higher up my leg, and lower the gown so my scars don't become that visible. He looks the other way and let's go. "I, um, sorry for that." I get up and take a few steps to the window without help. The view is amazing. The city lights hurt my eyes a little, but look amazing! I've always loved these sights, where the city lights glow bright like stars in the night. "It's ok." I look down. Disappointed. What have I become? "Regina. We need to talk."
"Yea?" I turn to look at him holding all my herion from my bag. Fuck. I walked over to him as fast as I could, almost tripping and tried to snatch them from his hands, but fail. I end up on the ground. Face flat. Great. "Hey! That doesn't belong to you! Give that back!" I say, trying to get up. "Regina. I not surprised you have this, it's just disappointing to know you fell into this evil thing." He says, chuckling a little. He beats down and grabs my head. "I am very very disappointed in you. You are stronger than this, love. I know you are, and I'll help you combat this addiction. I promise you that." Those words struck into me.
I laugh and then get up without his help. "I don't need your disappointment, love. I feel great. Better than ever!" I say, smiling. The next thing he does is slap me right across my face. I never ever in my life have been hit my a man this way. I've never seen this side of him, and it's so hot. I fall to the ground and rub my cheek a little. He bents down and grabs my chin. "Listen, love. I want what's best for you, and if you wont listen, if you just think of it as a joke, I'll have to bring you back to reality." I cry a little and turn the other way, but just as he reaches for my chin again, I back slap him, and I expected a kick or a slap, but all he did was stare and then he walked out the door slamming it really hard it hurt my eardrums. What have I done?

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