Prolog

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“Don’t do it!” Harry screamed at Ryan. We were near the edge on a roof of a hotel and it was pouring rain. He had me in a headlock and I could barely breathe.

“Stop…Ryan.” I choked out.

“No.” He held a gun up to my head. “If I can’t have you, no one can.”

“Ryan, you need help. Let us help you.” Harry said. “This is a rational solution. We can get you help.”

“I don’t want any help from you, you fucking man whore.”

“Please stop this. We can talk this out.” I said.

“It’s too late for you, bitch. You shouldn’t have left me or have gotten that restraining order. Now it’s your turn to pay the price.”

He threw me on the ground, aimed the gun at me and pulled the trigger. 

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