"every storm runs out of rain, just like every dark night turns into day."
alone. this is how janine feels in her 2-year marriage with her abusive husband, daniel.
one day, a man finds her heart and they connect by telling each other memories.
out...
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i wake up to the sound of the front door unlocking and footsteps hitting against the wooden floor. daniel just got back from a night of clubbing, as usual. i groggily get up and trudge to the kitchen to warm him up a plate for dinner. as i was standing in the kitchen, i see daniel as he walks through the hallway to the kitchen. his curly hair was a mess, his scent had a hint of alcohol, and he stumbled as he walked.
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"hey, babe, can you grab me a drink," he says
i feel his presence behind me as i approach the fridge. he squeezes my ass and i jolt for a moment. i grab the mescatto from the fridge and place in his one-shot glass. receiving the glass, he looks at me with his eyes glassed over with concentration and lust.
"sit with me," he says, motioning me towards the living room.
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"daniel, i have to go to work tomorrow and-," i tell him with caution.
"sit." daniel growls, "now."
i sit at the sofa opposite from him and take out my phone, obviously pissed.
"what's wrong, girl?" he says, getting out of his seat.
