You’ll Never Have Me (Never 3)
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His grip on me is the only thing stopping me from tumbling down the concrete basement stairs.
“Don’t forget to send me a postcard,” he says, which is confusing my fear riddled brain as he lets me go and with one final push sends me face first down the steps. I lose count of how many I hit, and I know I won’t be awake when I finally hit the ground.