"Nate where the fuck have you been? It is three a.m. I have left you hundreds of messages."
"Get the fuck out of my house." He said through his teeth.
"Why what is wrong? What happened?" She asked as she smelled the whiskey in his breath.
"You are...
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You can run from it but can't escape your past.
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Something red caught his eye. There was a small red stream running down the tree. Blood. He looked up and found Chloe. Her eyes were close, her body limp and slowly slipping down the tree. He caught her before she fell to the ground. "I found you and you won't escape again."
