“So I knew what I had to do. I played you the rest of the time, trying to earn your trust. I was f*****g with you, just as you were with me. Giving you a taste of your own medicine.”
“I never f****d with you.”
“Yes, you did.” He whacks my cheek, stunning me with the force. “You gave me hope that maybe I could be happy. Maybe I could be normal.”
My rattled brain can’t help but think what a pile of bittersweet irony this is, as we’re all trying to find normalcy in a not-so-normal world.
Interrupting my thoughts, Justin continues. “Finally, they paid me my money, and that’s when your little puppy paid the ultimate price. I needed an excuse for you to stay put, and what better way to keep you grounded than f*****g with your dog. Phil, he is one sick motherfucker, you know that, right?”
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