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I stood there in that stupid hallway with my back pressed to the wall like an idiot, legs all shaky and eyes burning again because every time I blinked I saw the blood on the floor and heard that crack when his head hit the table, and I kept telling myself I could just turn around, walk out the front doors, call Titi, disappear for a week and let the hospital and his rich daddy's people deal with him. He had money, he had nurses, he didn't need me hovering around like some guilty shadow who put him there in the first place. But my feet wouldn't move an inch. Because yeah, I almost killed the asshole, but I still had revenge to finish. I couldn't just bail now, not when I was this close to making him pay for every single time he'd wrecked me and laughed about it. So I took one more shaky breath, pushed off the wall, and shoved the door open again before I could talk myself out of it.
