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chapter sixty two.

dallonweekes: today made me feel so much better but i changed my mind please take me to your home. i'll clean the dishes when we've had food and i'll not use the soap when i shower so you can have it clean

brendonurie: you're not taking foot in my house until you get rid of that stupid ass cheating boyfriend

dallonweekes: it was the heat of the party!! he was drunk, that's all. it's not his fault

brendonurie: i know alcoholics with a better personality than him when they're constantly drunk, dallon. it's not the fucking alcohol. he upset you over and over again. he invaded your personal conversations and blackmailed you into mentally hurting yourself just to make him satisfied

dallonweekes: but i love him

brendonurie: well that's tough, isn't it? dump him

dallonweekes: no

brendonurie: dump him.

brendonurie: you're scared of him, aren't you?

dallonweekes: no? i'm not

brendonurie: go back to YOUR home then. where he is. go back to your amazing boyfriend, dallon

dallonweekes: no. there's no way i would ever do that

brendonurie: well then

dallonweekes: ok well i'm not going to leave him right now but please take me to yours and we'll sort it out then????

brendonurie: fine. where are you?

dallonweekes: where you left me

brendonurie: i'll be there in 5. if he isn't gone in the next 48 hours, you're homeless.