Diary of a Cutter part 6

"You good for nothing son-of-a-bitch. I should kill you, but I'm not going too.

The only reason I'm keeping you alive is so I don't go to jail."

I'm throwing my things into a ratty old blue ADIDAS bag and am about to

run downstairs when I think about it.

The box.

My best friend.

Do I leave it here or take it with me?

I decide to throw it in the bad knowing I will never come back to this place, and when I

do, I will only come to grap the stuff I couldn't fit in the bag.

I running down the creekity old stairs and about to run out the door into Andrew's

car when he grabs my leg.

"You bitch, you leave here and you die."

"Well, it looks like your gonna have to kill me then, Daddy"

I kick him in the face and make a beeline for the door.

Andrew grabbed me as soon as I was in the car and roughly kissed me.

"Are you ok? I am so sorry. I didn't mean to hi-"

I cut him off by kissing him.

"It's fine. Thank you. I would never have been able to do that."

"I love you so much. I was sick of you seeing you get hurt. Plus, now we won't have to sneak around." He said laughing.

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