KENAI.I remember that night as if it were this morning.Shanon's wide, terrified blue eyes. Her shaking fingers. The stupid little short she loved to wear that barely covered her ass. One of those cropped shirts she always wore that were always too tight, hugging breasts that were growing too fast for her to notice.But I noticed.Hell, I did.She was so young and she was already dressing like she wanted to be punished.And above all, that night, there was blood on her hands. Real, warm, sticky blood.She was crying, shaking, and mumbling something about how it was an accident.I took her hands in mine, washed the blood off, smeared it onto my own shirt, and told her to run and never look back.She actually listened, because she never looked back for eight fucking years.Shannon was my undoing.I ended up going to jail for a woman who never replied to any of my letters.72... Seventy two letters, I wrote her in total...I told her about my cell. About the fights. The way my cell stan
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