That’s when I’m finally able to put it together that the shouting and pounding on my door is from Alan. He came. The sound of glass breaking causes me to flinch. I hear the door opening, and his panicked voice calling out for me again as he steps into the room. I want to cover myself, the ache to hide this from him mixing with the physical pain radiating through every inch of my body. Alan had been right all along. I had been stupid. Zack wasn’t good for me. He was poison. I should’ve taken it slower with Zack. I should’ve listened to Alan’s warnings. I should’ve left the first time Zack hurt
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