I remember stumbling to his car.
I remember him buckling me into the passenger seat.
Then, after that, everything just started hitting me in waves. My head swam. My vision blurred.
I just watched as streetlights turned to trees before we pulled into a parking lot. It wasn’t an apartment complex. It was a fucking Motel 6.
I was too weak to fight.
He kind of just… grabbed me out of the passenger seat before guiding me up the stairs and toward his room. He threw me on the bed, his face looking cold and callous, and I was out like a light.
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