NINETEEN
As the sun rose, I stumbled home from my night shift, wanting nothing but sleep. Yet when I walked in, I detoured to check my email – no, Alanna's email – to see if Nathan had written anything else. Sure enough, he had:
I remember the shouting clearest, though not the words because I tuned out. He was so furious he was spitting and every third word was f**k or f*****g. He referred to a f*****g knife a lot, too. It wasn't until he pulled out my g*n that I started to pay attention.
I stared into that narrow muzzle and the words rang in my head.
"You're going to f**k her and I'm going to watch and if I don't like what I see, I'm going to drag your f*****g sister in and show you how you f**k a feral little b***h into submission. And then I'm going to shoot you."
I said I'd do it
