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There was nothing to do after that. We couldn't keep going, we had to stop. "Uh. What do you wanna do now?" Josh asked. I didn't respond. "What's wrong?" I shook my head and cleared my throat. "When's our wedding?" I asked. "It could be today, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, honestly, I don't care." I was mad at him for saying that, "You don't care about our wedding?! Then why did you propose to me?!" I yelled "I have to go." I said. "Where, baby?" He asked "This is the only place you have now. You're stuck with me." He added. I rolled my eyes and walked out and ran after me, he gripped my arm and said, "Get your ass back into this room!" "No." I replied. He dragged me into the room and slapped me right in my face. I grabbed my phone off the bed and dialed 9-1 before he grabbed the phone, threw it on the floor and stepped on it. "What is wrong with you?!" I asked him. "You are." He said. I didn't think the real love of my life would be the reason I get hurt.

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