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The Child Is Gone
One.
Everything hurt.
He left the room as if nothing had happened and I heard him turn on the shower. I got up on shaky legs, not sure of what to do now. Not sure of anything now. I need to get out of here.
I gathered my things, and hurried as fast as my aching body would take me, I didn't want to face him again.
Dazed and confused, and not sure of how but I found myself on the predawn streets, my car keys in hand. As I drove my mind kept asking one question.
Had that really happened?
He left the room as if nothing had happened and I heard him turn on the shower. I got up on shaky legs, not sure of what to do now. Not sure of anything now. I need to get out of here.
I gathered my things, and hurried as fast as my aching body would take me, I didn't want to face him again.
Dazed and confused, and not sure of how but I found myself on the predawn streets, my car keys in hand. As I drove my mind kept asking one question.
Had that really happened?