About 2 months after getting away...
I didn't mean to do it, I swear. I swear I didn't. The car came out of nowhere and... and I... I couldn't move fast enough... and... please don't hurt me.
"Why would I hurt you? It wasn't your fault, I'm just glad you're okay." Arms around me, pulling me close to him.
It's still all new, Adam, completely new. ...if I was still there...
"But you aren't. And he won't ever touch you again."
I... know... but, Adam- Adam sometimes when I'm out later at night, not often, I get this feeling... this feeling that he's watching me. That he's out there and he's waiting to make his move and then I'll be trapped with him again and he'll beat me and he'll hurt me and he's always there. In my mind. Always. When I do something bad, he's always there, torturing me, hurting me, punishing me. Adam...
"It's okay, sweetheart... it's okay." Hand rubbing my back, whispers in my ear. A sweet kiss to my cheek. One tear.
I'm sorry...
"It's okay."
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Philena- .:I'm Sorry:.
"I'm so mean to my characters..."
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