C o n f r o n t a t i o n

I open the door abruptly, irritated. The wind created from my harsh opening of the door blows past my curls, and I stop short from my fussing. He jumped up from rocking himself back and forth -- wiping his red face harshly and sniffling uncontrollably. He backed up against the window, scared. A rare occurrence. I open my mouth, but no words transpire. His chest heaves with hurt, his face stained with tears.

I take my hand off the knob, and walk closer.
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A young woman, dealing with the repercussions of her abuse, meets new people and some old all while avoiding her demons -- but she'll have to face them, whether she wants to or not.