“Leave me alone!” I don’t. I can’t. Instead, I take three large steps and grab her by the back of her arm. “I said leave me alone!” She jerks her arm, but I grip her tighter. “I didn’t come in your fucking room,” I blurt out, barely recognizing my own voice. It was my voice, wasn’t it? I said the words? “I…I didn’t come into your room, Angel. It wasn’t me.” Fucking finally! A rush of relief washes over me. She turns around, her eyes widening in horror, and I’m not sure if it’s because of the sound of my voice or my remark about it not being me that went into her room. “Say something again,
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