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I jolted upward, bottles of beer decorating the dresser next to
me. Sweat beaded down the back of my neck, my hair twisted and
twirled around in a wetted mat. I clasped the bed sheets, feeling the
grease inside of me still.
The sun crawled on my skin through the peeps of blinds, my eyes
ached. I heard a noise in the bathroom, to which my body’s operations came to a hard stop.
Clip…clip.
My eyes widened as my throat tugged and choked on a weighted rope. I sat upward, feeling the dizziness of my nightcap and my
ass’ chafe, and walked toward my bedroom door. I opened it slowly,
clip…clip.
I crept my feet across the hardwood paneling, listening to the
sound just a few feet away.
Clip…clip.
Just as I was about to open the bathroom door, air flowed against
my face and Todd stood in front of me, with nail clippers in his hand.
“Oh, hey babe. Sorry about last night, I hope you got home okay.”
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