He never pointed it at me, but I was scared. I lived in a Seattle domestic violence shelter for three months in , which allowed me to get back up on my feet again and get an apartment. I made my way to a grocery store where I finally took out my phone and booked the first flight from Las Vegas to California. I turned to shield my face and felt one bullet pierce my right arm. I woke up early on Christmas morning and bought fresh Dungeness crab to make eggs Benedict for brunch. Society and the system blame me too. To make matters worse, Christmas was coming, and I was still at odds with my mom. He was back to being the man I fell in love with. He vowed to take accountability for the hit-and-run.
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