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My Partner Against Crime
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I drop my phone on the couch and slide off my shoes. Spencer comes in holding my purse.

"Where do you want this?" I point to the coffee table, he walks over and gently places it down.

I walk over to him, standing closer to him than I would if I was sober.

"Are you going to be alright if I leave? I don't mind staying if you want me to." I stare in his eyes, keeping me from saying anything.

I put my index fingers through his front belt loops and pull him against me.

"Woah, what're you-" I stand on the tip of my foot, and pull at his collar, lowering his lips.

I kiss him, not in any way worrying about the consequences.

I smile when he kisses back, and pull him onto the couch. I run my hands through his hair and I lay on my back, pulling him on top of me.
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I was a victim of a serial killer-the only one who made it out alive. I was kidnapped when I was 19. Kept in a small, suffocating room with no light, no sense of time, no hope. My only companions were the screeching of rats and the silence that gnawed at my sanity slowly. I tried to escape-of course I did. But the room offered nothing. No tools, no weak points. Nothing. My captor knew this. He made sure of it. So I stopped hoping for freedom. I knew how this story would end. And when I dreamed, it was of light and voices-a cruel trick of my mind. Until one day, the dream felt different.