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Jason Davenport

I ran my fingers through my dry hair as I sat in the abandoned car I had found a few blocks from Amelia's house.

For the hundredth time, I blamed myself for what had happened.

Why did I react? Why did I fight back? Everything Adrian had said was true. I deserved the treatment he was giving me.

So who was I to think I had the right to throw punches? I should've stood there. I should've taken all the punches. Why did I raise my hand.

I felf deflated. It felt like all my efforts from the last few weeks had gone down the drain. Feeling more disappointed in myself, I decided to go back.

Yes.

I'd go back tomorrow.

I'd beg and apologize, take whatever they threw at me. I do everything. Till Amelia lets me see the baby.

Making my decision, I fell into a fitful sleep.

At 9am the next morning, I was at her front door. I'd taken the gifts back to the store and paid for them to be repackaged.

After I pressed the doorbell twice with no response,