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I didn’t need to write down the address that Darryl told me. I know it’ll be indelibly printed on my memory forever. It’s not the sort of thing I’m likely to forget.
142 Runsmere Avenue.
I’m shaking as I put the phone down. I have everything I need. I have his name. I have his address. I just don’t know what to do with it.
I know exactly what I want to do with it, but the thought scares me. I want to go over there, confront him and show him who’s in charge. I want to let him know that he won’t win, that I’m stronger than he thinks I am and that he’s not going to go free after what he’s done to me.
I’m not going to lie — I want him gone. He’s made my life an absolute living hell, and the adrenaline coursing through my body and the blood pulsing at my temples has me thinking only one
