"Where's Noah?"
The sick part of me hoped he was already dead.
But the part of myself that scared me the most was the part that wished for him to be alive.
So that I could kill him myself.
My anger had faded, it was strange. The more I thought about it, the longer I spend thinking. The more I questioned if his crimes against me were really that bad.
It if was really as horrific as I remembered.
Was I remembering it wrong? Was I condemning and innocent man?
The more I questioned my own judgement, the very same way I always used to with Daniels.
After the long nights of bruised wrists and bloodied fists, after the nights I was left with a purple half flush that died along my throat and bloodied thighs, for days I would do nothing but think.
After every hour the pain seemed to lesse
