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His phone rings again, and I look at him, pleading with my eyes. “Please ignore it, Sawyer. I need you right now.”

The phone stops ringing, and he sits on my bed. “Bambi. I can’t handle hearing anything about that day. I don’t want to hear any of it. I’ve tried to push it all behind me because it makes me so angry.”

“I understand, but don’t you want to know what happened? You have this scenario in your mind and it’s not true at all.”

Goose turns and looks at me with those dark, angry eyes. “I know what I saw. I know what I heard. I remember what you said. There’s nothing more to tell.”

The phone rings again, and I walk closer to him. “Please. If you care about me at all, please stay and talk to me. We can do whatever you want after. But please, Sawyer. I need you.”

His phone stops ringing and then chirps again. He looks down and reads the text that had come through. “They need me at the clubhouse. I have to go.”

“Please... stay and fight with me. I’m begging you, Sawyer. Don’t walk out on me again. I can’t keep playing these games.”

Goose gets up and sighs. “I can’t do this, Bambi.”

He rushes past me and out the door. I can hear my front door slam shut and his motorcycle rumble as he starts it and drives down the road.

I collapse on my bed as the hot, salty tears rush down my face. My heart was fucking broken once again, and I’m the only one to blame. Goose will never change. I let him break me again and again.

I wrap myself up in my comforter as the horrific memories come flooding back...

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TODAY WAS GOING TObe the best day ever. I was graduating; it was my eighteenth birthday, and I was finally going to get out of this hell.

I quickly finished my hair and make-up and found the perfect dress. I need to get a move on so I could get there early and see Sawyer.

He was my best friend and hopefully, soon-to-be boyfriend. I had told him, once school was done, that we could be more than just friends. I knew it was best to focus on school and not ruin my chance at getting out of my current situation.

As I finished getting my dress on, my poor excuse for a father ripped open my door.

“You aren’t going anywhere. Get the fuck out here right now.”

He turned and stalked out into the living room. Shocked, I grabbed my sweater and followed him out. I gasped when I stepped out. Everything was gone. The trailer was empty, and he had bags packed and sitting by the door.

“What is going on, Daddy? I have graduation in two hours!”

He turned and swayed toward me. I could tell he had been drinking, so I stepped back, hoping I could run to my room for safety.

“I said you aren’t going anywhere, you fucking bitch. Now get in the Goddamn truck, Bambi.”

“Daddy... please. Don’t do this to me. Just let me graduate and leave. I’ll run as far as I can from this town. Please, just let me go.”

He shook his head as he got closer. I could smell the cigarettes and cheap beer on him.

“Stop fucking arguing! You are mine. I do what I want with you, whore. Now make this easy and get in the fucking truck!”

I turned and tried to run into my room, but he caught my arm and dragged me to the ground. Screaming, I tried to kick him and get away, but it just made him angrier.

He slapped his hand over my mouth and I bit down as hard as I could.

“You fucking bitch!” He reached behind him and came back with a gun. “Get up. Now.”

I shook my head and stared him right in the eyes. “Do it. Fucking shoot me. Because being dead is better than whatever you plan to do with me.”

My Daddy leaped forward and slammed the gun into the side of my head. Everything went fuzzy and then I plummeted into the dark...

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