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Is this how I die?
Freya I waited till Dennis was out of my compound before I made my way into the house. I slammed the door shut behind me, the echo vibrating through the house. My heart was pounding, my cheek still stung as I hurried upstairs into the room, but it was nothing compared to the fire roaring in my chest. He hit me. Dennis. The man I once trusted, once loved. I never thought he could sink so low. I had done nothing but love him and showed him time after time how much he meant to me, but he dared put his hands on me? Storming back into the living room, I grabbed the half-full glass of whiskey I’d left on the bar cart earlier. I didn’t even care about the burn as I took a long, hard sip. The liquid scorched my throat, but it didn’t dull the anger. Nothing could. How dare he? Accusing me of
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