49, Abuse (Part 4, Final)

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I CAN'T! WHAT WAS THAT?! I DROVE HOME, GET BEATEN SO HARD FOR COMING HOME LATE, GET MY ROOM TORN UP, AND THEN THE GODDAMN COPS COME AND TAKE MY PARENTS! THEN YOU HAD TO WALK YOUR SILLY ASS IN, HUG ME CLOSE, AND SAY YOU GOT RID OF THE MONSTERS! YOU STARTED ALL THIS SHIT AND YOU THINK THIS WOULD HELP EVERYTHING GO AWAY!? GET THE FUCK OUT.

Sent at 9:57 pm.

I sob ferociously in the driver's seat of my parked car on the side of a road next to the smallest but steepest bridge in town. I glance up to see you driving up in my rear view mirror. Why!? Why are you here? I grab my phone and run to the bridge and you come hauling ass out of your car to stand a few feet away.

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