Prologe

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As he pushes me harder against the wall, his hot breath down the back of my neck, tears come to my eyes. All I could think was I couldn’t save her…she was going to die and it was all my fault. I start to struggle to get free, but he just pushes me harder against the wall.

         “That’s right, struggle, play hard to get. It entertains me.” As he said this a low laugh bellows up in his chest. This noise sends anger flaring through me. My elbow flies back and connects with his Adam’s Apple. I fall to the ground, flat on my back, and the wind gets knocked out of me. As I’m trying to get to my feet to run, a blunt object slams straight into my temple.

         “You did that once and got away with it. It isn’t fucking happening again.” As I start to black out I finally realized who my killer was…and I couldn’t believe it. Tears fall down my cheeks and into my hair. The last thing I see before my eyes close is the face of and angel.

         “GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER!”

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