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Prologue:
It happened again.
This time I really thought it would be different, but it's not.
Each time I hope and pray he'll bring home the love that he once reserved only for me...a love so hot it could have burned a June bug in the middle of December. But it seems like somehow that love is long gone, sold to the wind for a nicklebag and a bottle of Jack.
I don't know what happened.
Everyone says that I should leave him, and sometimes I do, but I never stay gone for long. He knows he has me right where he wants me. He's in my blood. He's the hash in my weed, the caffeine in my coffee.
I try to shake him, but I can't. He's like an addiction that I'll never overcome.
So I called my friend to come get me. I already know what he's going to say.
I don't feel like hearing it tonight, but I don't have a choice. I have to get out of here.
Can't stay here alone. Not tonight...
He might come back and kill me this time.
I can't stay here.
Not tonight.