The bad man

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The bad man returned. He was in my house, with my girl, at my table.
"A-Alex? W-what's going o-on?" I stuttered, shocked that the person I trusted let the bad man in.
"Mr. Dover just wanted to come say hi Barry! So there's no need to be hostile," Alex murmured, hugging me. I pushed her away as he left.
"Get out. Now," I yelled, pushing the woman I loved out the door.


I couldn't sleep. I kept staring at the ceiling, thinking of Alex, tears streaming down her face. I cried and I felt my heart shatter, I didn't want this to happen. I never wanted her to leave, but she tried to understand. I miss her, my whole world.

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