there was a woman named Nicole who after losing everything she loved set out to take her own life deep in the woods. 𝖳𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖱𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽 was on his way home from his father's farm, getting ready for the storm which was a Category 4 storm tha...
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The confession
Nicole hunter
Flashback.. As I entered the kitchen to escape the overwhelming noise, the piercing gazes of too many people made me feel exposed. It was as if they could see right through me, knowing my inner turmoil. I reached for a bottle of water from the fridge, seeking relief from the sweltering summer heat and trying to calm my nerves.
I had hoped that Father's cookout at home would provide a sense of safety, but instead, I felt paranoid, as if they could sense his lingering presence on me. The pitying glances I received only reinforced my sense of isolation and vulnerability.
Seated at the kitchen table, I attempted to steady my trembling hands. Terry had been absent since that fateful night. Who could blame him? I was a shaky, fearful girl, too afraid to venture beyond the safety of my home. My world seemed to shrink from the front porch to the backyard, my anxiety keeping me confined.
The creak of the screen door brought me back to reality, and there stood Terry in his Navy uniform, his expression unreadable with a bouquet in his hands. A wave of dread washed over me. I hadn't expected him to leave so soon. It felt like we were both fading away, lost in our shared anguish
The night Terry's cousin passed away was a harrowing one. He was by his cousin's side when they were stopped by the police and both endured a brutal beating. During the chaos, Terry helplessly witnessed his cousin being fatally attacked, lying motionless just inches away.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at his cousin's demise, a selfish thought I harbored in the aftermath. I knew that his death meant that he could no longer inflict harm on others, sparing more innocent victims from his cruelty.
As Terry's family arranged for his cousin's body to be sent back to New York, shocking revelations emerged about his cousin's heinous crimes. It turned out that he had come to Louisiana to evade a rape case in New York, and had committed similar atrocities in Louisiana as well.
As he approached me, the creak of the wooden chair resonated as Terry took a seat beside me at the kitchen table.
I hesitated to express my desire for Terry to stay with me, to admit that his presence brought me a sense of safety. It was as if I depended on him, though I couldn't bring myself to admit it.
Fearing the vulnerability and potential for further hurt. Battling my inner demons, I grappled with my conflicting emotions in silence.
As tears welled up in my eyes, I shook my head and tried to wipe them away with the back of my trembling hand. Terry's comforting touch as he pulled me closer brought a sense of solace, his presence a balm to my distressed soul.
N-Nicole, please tell me what's wrong," Terry pleaded, his eyes filled with sadness as I turned away from him.
"I'm fine," I insisted, pushing him away, my anger overtaking my emotions and leaving me feeling disoriented. I didn't need him, I didn't need anyone. It felt like the walls were closing in on me.
