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this chapter includes, sexual harassment, self harming acts and suicidal actions.
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I WAS ALONE. Alone and rotting in an apartment with barely anything to eat. Days passed by since the news struck me like lightning and I haven't seen my family ever since. I doubt that they were searching for me, doubt that they even care.
I was walking back to the temporary place I called home, just something I managed to rent with my savings. Distant footsteps caught my attention. It was from quite a distance but it was coming closer. Regretting my decisions but there weren't much I could do, I didn't have much and I do plan to stay for a couple months. Want it or not, I had to face it.
It was my fault after all.
I was the one that fell in love with him.
I let this happen to myself.
My pace incresed slightly, but not to the point that I was running. Being in the ninth month makes it impossible to run.
I just wanted this to end, really.
My feet stopped in their tracks as my wrist was grabbed.
And this was the part that I either get slaughtered like a lamb or kidnapped. Either way, it wouldn't end well.
"Please I hardly have any money–" I tried retrieving the wrist, it was a dumb thing to do, considering that this man could knock me out in a single punch.
"You know you shouldn't be walking alone here, especially in that condition." His words were sceptical and I didn't believe a syllable. People can appear lovely as they sharpen the knife but eventually, at the right time, they'll plant the knife right to your heart. Like Coriolanus. Just like Coriolanus.
