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Its been about a week.

I called Jake this morning.

He answered.

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"Hello?"

"It's y-y/n..."

"How are you? Are you ok?"

"I-I guess.."

"How is Cassie?"

"She came home drunk, trying to hurt me 2 nights in a row. I'm scared to live here anymore."

"I'm so sorry. Here, lets make a deal."

"O-ok.."

"If she comes home drunk trying to hurt you one more time, i'll let you live with me for a while. Sound good?"

"W-wait, no no... I would be too much of a chore for you.. I could move back to Jersey with my.... brother.."

"No! Please! I want your company.. I get lonely a lot of times.. Please, I promise you wouldn't be a burden.."

"Fine, Jake. I'll t-text or call if anything happens."

"Ok, stay safe. If you need anything, tell me. I love you."

Jake hangs up immediately after he says that, not even a millisecond had gone by before he had left.

But, that's not whats important. He said he loved me.

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Its been 1 day since Jake said he loved me. Thankfully, Cassie hasn't hurt me at all yet. But I got new razors. I cut a bit, because Cassie has really hurt me a lot, verbally and physically. I didn't do as bad as when Jake caught me. Only a few cuts, none more, none less. It just made me feel... relief..? I don't know.

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Its now been 3 days since Jake said he loves me, and Cassie just came home drunk with some random drunk dude. They both beat me to shit, I almost passed out. When they were done and went off to have sex, I crawled to my room and dialed Jake.

"she beat me again."

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