Alone-III

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So that was it. He was gone. Out of my life, hopefully never to be seen again.

But was that what I wanted?

Yes don't be stupid of course it was he was horrible. I was happy, happy that I would never have to be afraid when I was around him because he wasn't near. Happy that I could do what i pleased whenever I felt like it.

But the problems that came with this happiness were endless, how can I pay for anything, bills? Rent? Food?

I had no contacts for anyone in my family I couldn't remeber any phone numbers, exept Jame's.

But I really dont think calling James would help me right now he was a bad guy.

But before.

I hated James so much but a part of me missed him, I missed his smile hus heartwarming touch, his love.

But he didn't love me, so I shouldn't regret anything.

I turned on the TV, the only thing that was on was a traffic report, bad traffic on Blan Road, thats near our house. James would probably be making his way onto that road now.

James, I had to stop thinking about him. but I couldn't it was like he was tattooed into my brain someone I would never forget.

Thats probably the case I mean with the things he had done to me I probably never would forget him.

I was thinking of anyone I could get help from I really couldn't ask any of Jame's friends I barley had anyone who could help me.

I got up and grabbed my phone from the dining table, I scrolled through the contacts only one James, He had deleted all of my contacts.

I turned off the Tv and made my way upstairs to bed. I looked into James room quickly I don't know why, It all looked the same as he left it, Why did I even care?

I walked into my room jumped in bed and cuddled up in my blanket.

Silence.

James used to snore. It was kinda comforting sometimes to know that someone I loved was with me.

But he wasn't.

I was alone, for a long time I had in my head that that would be the best thing for me. And maybe it would be once I had got over the fact that he was gone.

I was never going to see him again.

I was wrong.

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