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ould mean refunding every dime of Torsney I'd spent. I didn't have every dime. B

. Wherever I went. He had definitely le

st snap his fingers and make me his baby mama. That jerk! That s

ng of me again. He now knew I lived around here. Toby followed me around, whining. I didn't know what the little guy's prob

" I asked th

art out my chest. It came again. That was not Torsney. He no l

e?" I calle

y? Op

ly familiar. But I wasn't expecting

surprised. "What a

d. "The old frien

in," I stepped aside so he could

. A kind of thick tension was slowly filling the space

unds good,

with the little things: rent and bills and all. My father had really hated him because h

ll the same faded jacket. The only change was his shoes. He'd gotten a pair of new

ke a six-year-old caught doing mischief. He did not sit. "You had gotten rich, t

dn't have a thing. I told

ot heard what I said. "Darcy, you are a terrible, terrible person. It

e said that. He looked so pained I started to fe

He suddenly was shouting. "We

shot out and held me. "Do not move away when

t was happening, he had straddled me. I tried to push him off, but he

creamed for help. I scratched at his face with my nails, and he hit me again. And again. He kept hitting me. Then he was tearing my clothes. I was

ale faces peer

t all over, and nodded, wincing. He pulled out

de a fist and hit me hard on