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The Confession
My legs feel planted, I'm unable to move. I take a deep breath, I was falling for someone who had a part in my father's death. It would've been so much worse if we were dating, a part of me feels relieved that we are not. I have so much questions, not just for Connor, but my mother too. My whole world is crushed. "Stacy" horror is still written all over his face. "I think I shall leave you two to talk" Laura says as she walks past me out of the door. I turn around and I walk towards my desk. "Stacy" he grabs my wrist "Please let me explain" he says with panic all over his face. "Let me go" I try to yank my wrist, but his grip is tight and immediately I think back to my childhood, being punished. "Let me explain" he says. "You are hurting me" I say, he lets go. I hold my wrist. "
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