18: I Can Never Trust Him

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I am sitting on a chair while Marta’s assistant Layla is working on my makeup. My brain has been pacing around trying to figure out what in the hell is going on and what the hell I saw. Things aren’t just adding up in my head. I mean, it doesn’t make any sense because I saw the plank fall on him, I saw blood streaming from his body and I also watched him get rushed to the hospital. I want to say I’m being delusional but it’s not possible. I know what I saw but again I testify to what I saw today. When Rebecca asked me to stop the car, I saw Richie, standing in front of his car and talking to someone on the phone, he seemed very angry at the moment, and without any hesitation, I watched him slam his hand on the car with frustration. He slammed that same hand that was injured or should I s

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