1.49 CAROLINE

Why would they do that if they didn’t love me?

Because this was nothing more than a joke to them.

I am nothing more than a joke to them.

They’ve made themselves very clear that they are monsters. That they were capable of doing the most violent things.

But I didn’t believe that. Yes, they were definitely into some weird sketchy shit. But when they were with me, it was like they were different people. It was like they were something better, something more. Something that they were meant to be all along.

I made them better.

But yet I was not good enough?

How the fuck does that even make sense?

I stand up, deciding to wait in the living room for them. I take a seat on the couch, tucking my knees to my chest and leaning on them. It's already after seven. The twins can't be gone for too much longer. We can have the talk that they clearly want to have, and then I can leave.

I won't make it a big issue. I'll just leave.

I won’t ask them for anything. No money. Nothing.

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