“You wanna know what’s wrong,” I snarl, shoving him hard in the chest. The fucking asshole doesn’t back up though, which only infuriates me further. “I can’t sleep because every time I close my eyes, I’m back in that room with Lawrence, trapped and terrified. Every time I stop to just breathe, or take a moment, I hear Bowen’s voice in my head, telling me all the fucked-up shit he wants to do to me. If someone plays loud music, I have a panic attack ‘cause the guards would pump it through the speakers for days, so loud I hoped it would burst my eardrums, so that I could get five minutes of
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