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The story of my life should have been titled Sadie: The Bitch Who Was in Pain. Existence fucking hurt.
“Wow, a woman can’t even have a dramatic moment in the rain without a man ruining it for her. Classic.”
For a long moment, I gaped after the butler and tried to process the fact that he had voluntarily chosen to buy a matte-purple car with black stripes down the side.
“I thought you knew me better than that. I’m not a coward.” She rolled her eyes but didn’t comment. She didn’t need to. We both knew I was full of shit.
An enchanted gun hovered inches from my forehead. I stated the obvious. “This bathroom does not have good energy.”
It was slightly traumatizing, and yet weirdly satisfying, watching your assaulter get his organs ripped out and a bullet to the brain after you beat his face into a bloody pulp. Free therapy.
It was amazing how when you’d thought you’d hit rock bottom, there was still farther to fall.
