Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 12

So....here it is!! Chapter 12!!

So...so...so...sorry it took FOREVER to update.  It's been uber busy with work.  They got me on this crack of dawn shift...and it's just not agreeing with me.

I felt bad as each day passed and I couldn't update....so I wrote 24 Word pages for this chapter!! It's a long one!

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I had apparently emailed Mark when I got home from the bar.

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To: Mark

From: Kansas

Date: September 30, 2012 4:31 a.m.

You’re right.  Braxton does hit me.  But it’s only happened twice.  That’s why I’ve been absent from work. This last time was worse than the first.  He threw a beer bottle at my head.  Then he slapped me, bashing my head into the wall.  He grabbed my chin really hard then slapped me again.  He says he didn’t mean it. He’s gonna change.  It was probably my fault anyway.  I provoked him.  I shouldn’t anger him when he’s stressed out and drunk.  I love him so much.

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What…the…fuck…was…I…thinking?

Why would I tell him EVERYTHING?

This is bad.  Really…really bad.

Ok.  Calm down.  He knows.  I can’t change it.  He wants to meet to talk about it. 

I shakily pick myself up off the floor.  My hands are so sweaty.  The phone keeps slipping.  I wipe them off on my pants.  It doesn’t help. 

I’m in a full on panic mode.  My breathing starts hitching.  I can hear my heart pulsating in my head.  I have sweat beads running down my forehead.  I take a couple deep breaths to control my breathing.  It helps a little. 

I get myself under control somewhat, before I send him a response.

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To: Mark

From: Kansas

Date: September 30, 2012 1:02 p.m.

I don’t remember sending you that email.  It was a mistake.  You weren’t supposed to know anything.  You can’t tell ANYONE!  I don’t think meeting up will be a good idea.

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I can’t face him.  He’ll be looking at me with pity or some kind of judgment.  No one was supposed to know.  What if he’s reported Braxton to the police already?  I need to write him again.  I have to make sure he didn’t do that.  He can’t be responsible for ruining Braxton’s career.  I can’t be responsible.