What the hell was I thinking? Of course she wouldn't come with me willingly. I fucking slapped her. I shouldn't have left her alone that night, what I should have done was gotten down on my fucking knees and begged her to forgive my sorry ass but instead… I ran away like the bastard I am. Never in my life have I slapped a woman. The way she looked at me full of terror, broke my fucking heart. Seeing her lying on the floor, I knew I had to make it right; she needs to know how much I love her. Harley’s the only one that has ever been able to see passed the monster inside me. The alcohol in my system has already worn off; as soon as I watched Harley fall to the ground I was stone cold sober. The reality of what the fuck I was doing came at me full force, her mother’s screams and Harley’s whimpers filled my eardrums and I needed to get away. I had to make sure my girl was okay though, I had to get her to listen to me one last time because I knew I had now fucked shit up entirely.
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