The story so far:
117: “I’m never enough for you,” I spat. My anger burned so hot, for this time I had had hope. She’d stayed with me for six months – a record.
118: I’d thought that I’d finally won, that I was all she needed. That now it would be just the two of us, no need for those other girls.
119: I started to get dressed, fumbled in my sock drawer for clean underwear.
120: The thudding at the door continues, steady and distracting. I frown, a headache pounding between my eyes, in time with the blows.
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