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Chapter Twenty-Nine:
Twelve years prior, Auburn Maine
| Hollis |
“WHO THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH YOU BROUGHT IN MY HOUSE-” Margot Bogard’s slight Swedish accent became more and more prominent as she screamed like a banshee at someone- who soon identified himself as her ‘loving’ husband, Chadwick, with a mature, slurred retort of his own. He was clearly drunk, and just as erratic as ever.
“OH FUCK OFF, YOU DITZY BROAD. WE ALL KNOW YOU’RE SLEEPING AROUND ON ME AND HAVE BEEN FOR YEARS. HOW DOES IT TASTE, SWEETHEART? HUH??”
Fantastic. At least he sounds too busy to hit me today... Hollis thought to herself grimly. Her battered, bruised ribs couldn’t take any more abuse for the foreseeable future. The stinging cuts and welts on her legs from being whipped there just started healing, too. She needed a break more than anyone knew.
"Vara ot
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