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him to step back a few feet, a hurt expression in his eyes.
    "You son of a bitch. I trusted you, just like you told me to. I didn't put up a fight when you took those degrading pictures; I let you keep me down here. I shared myself with you," my voice broke for a moment, but I pushed forward. "I wanted to help you. I wanted to help you out of this situation, I wanted to see you turn back into what I think was your former self. But no. You-" I said, jabbing my finger into his chest roughly. "You let him take me. You let him beat me, and touch me..."
    My words became quiet as a tear slipped down my face. I shook my head and willed the feeling away, letting anger consume me.
    "You are no better than him. Do you understand that? You're just as vile, and terrible. You're a monster."
    He stared at me a moment before dropping to his knees, pulling me against his body. Once his sobbing begun I sighed, staring down at him.
    "Let go of me," I snapped, pushing at his body.
    "Please. Let me explain, please don't just leave."
    He sobbed harder, his arms clinging to my waist. I clenched my fist and closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down but the more he cried the angrier I became. I pulled my leg up and shoved my knee into his throat, forcing him off of me.
    "You've lost your right to touch me," I growled, moving away from him.
    "Since we're in the middle of fucking nowhere, obviously I can't call a cab. And since you've kept me here for so damn long I'm sure I have no apartment to go back to. So you're going to give me your car keys, and I'm going to go to my parents."
    He leaned back on his heels so that he could sit on the floor, his head angling up towards me.
    "I already filled the tank for you—in case you wouldn't want to stay. There's a bag in there with a cell phone, a bank card, and fresh clothes—Genovese tossed your apartment a while ago, it's been locked up since then. I deposited $50,000 into the bank account—for your trouble, and help," he said quietly, though his eyes begged me to stay.
    "Of course he tossed my apartment. So I have absolutely nothing at all. And excuse me, stay? Stay with you!? Are you crazy?" I rolled my eyes and looked around the room, spotting the keys on the desk.
    "Thanks for the payment. I'll go get a car, and then you can figure out how you're going to pick your SUV up—without involving me. I'm sure you have some sort of tracking on it anyway. Good luck with everything," I said harshly before heading towards the keys. I stopped for a moment, remembering what he said about the passcode locks on the way out.
    "How am I supposed to get out of here?"
    "I disabled them, just up the elevator and the door at the top is open. But Brie, please just give me a chance to talk to you," he whimpered, his face contorted with words he didn't know how to say.
    I shook my head before making my way out of the apartment for the last time. I followed his limited directions and made it outside. Once I was comfortable in the SUV, I let the tears fall. I realized that I had reached the point that I didn't know what I was crying for anymore. What had happened to me? Losing Michael? Losing myself? Maybe it didn’t matter.
    And with that, I put the SUV into drive and pulled off—leaving Michael and the memories behind.

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