Scars Pt.2

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When I awoke, I was in my condo apartment. I was on the floor, I was wearing a long, droopy gown with blood stains all over it.

My face had a huge knot on my forehead from where the wooden club had hit me. My body was still sliced & beaten.

I got up slowly, my whole body ached. When I got up there was broken glass everywhere, & the door to my apartment was ajar.

I searched my apartment, everything in it was destroyed & burned. I looked in my room first, everything in it was gone.

The only thing in the room was a note with a kiss on the back of it, I knew how this would end, and I knew exactly whom the note was from.

So I just left out the room, searching the guest bedroom next. Everything in that room was gone as well. Only with a note on the floor.

I next searched the bathroom in the hallway, it was spotless, nothing was gone as I searched the cabinets the only thing that was gone was a sponge that I kept under the sink other than that everything was left in its right place.

I then searched the living room, the Tv was gone including the couch, speakers, and router. I could see that whomever were in my house didn't leave to much of anything for me to have left. I knew Gina & Tyler were behind this until I found another note in the living room.

I went back to every room to collect the notes and read them individually.

One note read, " You're rich baby, you'll find a way to replace these things." I knew this note was written by Gina because she always kissed the back of the note.

The next note read, " Find another job, that pays you in real cash for labor not sex, you slut."

The third note read,"even the most proudest spirits, can be broken with love."

Each note was written in a different font, I knew that one was from Gina & another was from Tyler but the other note was a mystery.

I couldn't figure out whom the note was from, I didn't have a trace where the note could've came from. I had to her myself cleaned up I had to go see someone special.

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