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Chapter 50, Heated Argument.
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The door slammed, the sound echoing the deafening silence that followed. He was gone. Just like that.he just walked out, leaving the sting on my cheek as a brutal reminder. I stood there, frozen, the air thick with disbelief. My hand instinctively went to the burning mark, a red blossom blooming on my skin.I moved towards the bathroom. The bathroom light was unforgivingly illuminating the full extent of the damage. My reflection stared back, I couldn't even recognize myself, I saw a stranger with a bruised cheek and wide unseeing eyes. He’d hit me. He’d actually hit me, how did things escalate this far?All I could remember was asking him to come upstairs because I wanted to talk to him, I told him that his attitude had bothered me, but he wasn't listening, or he just didn't care, my feelings were hurt and I called him things and he called me things, I remember how we were yelling at each other, the he suddenly... he slapped me!I turned on the cold water a sharp contrast to the he
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