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he followed me out the door, shoving me against the wall. "what do you think you're doing?"

"l-leaving you. i can't do this anymore."

he spit on my face then slapped me. "i own you."

"you're not supposed to own me; you're supposed to love me."

he pushed me again. "i do."

"no, you don't, bren."

he slapped me and punched my stomach, but somehow i managed to get away from under his arm and run away.

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