“I do not know that word!” My hands are fists; my nails hurt me. “They took your will. They took your power. They made you feel helpless. Lost. Alone. Dead inside.” “You should have been there!” I snarl, but I have no idea why. I was never at a church. I am shaking violently. I feel like I might explode. He drops to the floor on his knees in front of me and grabs my shoulders. “I know I should have!” he snarls back. “How the fuck many times do you think I’ve relived that night?” I beat at him with my fists, hard. I punch him and punch him. “Then why weren’t you?” I shout. He does not resist my
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