Memory Lane

Memory Lane

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Prologue The waves washes the sand ashore. Again and again. Then again and again. Smothering it with a salty embrace. While the constant creak of the rocking chair keeps in time with the swaying of the palm trees. He would have loved to be here right now. This was his favorite scene and soundtrack. Always has been. "Its for you," a voice behind me breaks my solemn train of thought. I turned around to see JP standing under the doorframe holding my house phone out to me, head down, hands in pocket. An image of a defeated man. I took it from him saying nothing. I don't trust myself. Not anymore. "Hello?" The voice on the other line asked. I easily recognized it as Leah. His mom. Still I didn't utter even a breath. But she continued. With two words, I didn't. "I'm sorry."
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"I hope you consider my sincerest apologies, I'm not a monster" He whispered in my ear as his body firmly pressed against my body pinning me against the wardrobe doors. His clammy hands pressing into my teeth as his lips hovered dangerously close to my neck. The sound of panicked murmurs and shuffled feet filled my heart with anxiety. He stood on the top of the bench slowly going for his weapon that was fastened to his side. "Undress" he muttered, pointing the firearm at my waist. "Someone's in there," I heard, making me let out a squeal, the dangerous man's face went pale. As I could hear a set ppof heavy footsteps come closer. "It's your choice princess, but I can't promise you a happy ending if you pick wrong," He mouthed. His barely audible words sounding as clear as the stores intercom. I gritted my teeth, with tears threatening my eyes I begged my lips to yell but nothing even purred out. The sweat collecting in the back of my neck finally started to roll down my back. "Please" I cried.

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