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I knew deep down inside there was a possibility
he would take it to that dark place, I just never admitted it aloud. I knew if
I did, it would become real and I had been living in my own lie for so long; I
didn’t want to believe it.
It isn’t until I smell the gasoline that I know
we are at a point of no return.
"What are you
doing?" I sputter out, gasping for breath. My ribs ache, and I have a
splitting headache. I am blinking rapidly in an attempt to gain my bearings. I
can feel the cold, hard concrete beneath me and I realize I am lying on the
ground outside. The wind stings my face, sending goose bumps throughout my
entire body.
Why can't I move?
Fear begins to accelerate
through my bones at a rapid rate. I can feel my heart beating ferociously
against my chest.
Why can't I move?
I'm still blinking
continuously, hoping this is all just a bad dream.
"You should have
listened, Bryce. You never listen."
I rack my brain quickly
trying to remember what, if anything I did wrong this time. That's when Tyson's
face pops into my head. Tyson was going to be my accomplice tonight. He didn’t
know it, but he was going to help me escape this hell I’ve been confined in for
the past couple of years.
I swallow loudly.
He warned you, my inner voice scolds
me. The same voice that has held me frozen in fear in our relationship for the
past two years.
I'm looking up at Robbie,
and I don't even recognize him. His eyes are cold and dark, his expression
blank.
That's when I see the
match. He flicks it across the back of the holder and a flame ignites.
"No! No!
Please!" I'm squirming around, but excruciating pain is shooting
throughout my entire body.
"Just remember
Bryce, you did this to yourself."
And then he drops the
match.
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