All night, I had tossed and turned over Shannon. All bleeding night, I laid awake with only my regrets to keep me company—and that bleeding picture from the paper. I should have stopped her. I shouldn’t have let him take her. Why, I had no bleeding clue, but there was a voice inside my head screaming at me to protect her. I wanted to. I just didn’t know what I needed to protect her from. Or who. I was completely fucking clueless, armed and ready to go to war for a girl I didn’t know, against an enemy no one would tell me about. Jesus, I was so fucked in the head from her. It was getting out of
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