Possessions and obsessions
LANEY I feel the bile rise in my throat, running out the dive I turn down to the alley near the bar and throw up my meal I’ve just ate. I can’t believe Becker did that. I throw up until there’s nothing left to bring up, now I’m just dry retching. I suddenly feel like I’m not alone, I know straight away who it is. I continue to dry heave crunched over with my hand on the wall to support myself. His steps get closer, a strong big hand reaches my back and starts to rub up and down. The feeling adds comfort but also the scenes replay in my head forcing me back into the present, to see him for who he truly is. To see what he’s capable of. I pull myself away from him, putting distance between us I walk backwards from him as I face him. Making sure he doesn’t follow me. His stare is hard, unapol
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