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Allie wrapped her arms protectively around me, reminding me that I was safe now. But I just continued to cry into her, my face burying into her chest. I didn't where Myron was or what he was doing and even though I cared about him a little, I was too busy crying and trying to keep my body upright than worry about what Myron had been doing. I didn't care whether he was watching me cry or walking off to sort out his matters or if he was crying himself. I highly doubted the last option though as Myron had too big of an ego and too much man pride than he'd ever let into to do that.

Typical men.

It took some time for my tears to eventually dry up but after the ocean that had escaped my eyes, the lovely white blouse Allie was wearing was completely soaked to her skin. I stood back and gave my best friend a sheepish look but she simply waved it off. I brought my hands up to my cheek and gently wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand.

"Meryl," Allie began, "what the hell happened?"

The tears sprouted again as I began to explain the ghastly events of the night. In between, I would choke out random sobs and find myself to be choking on my words as I stuttered and spluttered them out with the little energy I had left within me. When I was done, Allie simply pulled me into her embrace again. Like before, my tears eventually dried up. No one asked me any more questions. I just felt arms slip under my own as they lead me away from the town square. I could barely carry my own weight so whoever was holding me was practically carrying my whole body weight. If I were myself in that moment then I would have felt bad and immediately tried to not put as much weight on the other people but I definitely was not myself so I continued to let them drag me across the ground to wherever they were taking me. They lead me inside a home and carried me up the stairs before laying me down in a bed. They pulled the bed sheets up to my neck and left me so I fell into a deeply needed sleep.

Little did I know that what I seen before wasn't going to be the last time I would be seeing it.

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