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I haven’t seen him in two days.
Not since I pushed him so far he punched a wall.
I don’t like his silence.
It feels like the world is tilting without him in it.
Like I’m back to being alone.
I drop into the chair and slide open the bottom drawer of my desk, the hidden one.
Inside are pieces of the past I’ve carved into dust.
Little trophies. Memories. Remnants of abusers.
Rings. Watches. Buttons.
And next to them, my journal.
Not a place for worries or tears. Not some healing ritual.
No. This is my ledger.
Every name. Every method. Every justification.
If anyone ever found it, it would put me away for life.
But until then, it’s my own kind of therapy.
No one comes to this house.
No one sees this room.
And this drawer? Locked tight.
I open to a fresh page.
James Avery.
I begin to write.
The how.
The when.
And most importantly, the why.
Because someone has to protect the women in this world.
And if the system won’t do it…
I fucking will.
Chapter 43
FINN
Song- Never Fight A Man With A Perm, IDLES.
