I hated him. Every tiny, insignificant detail about him, I hated. I hated how easily he could convince to do what he wanted. I hated the hold he had over me. I hated how he held me with nothing but care. I hated the fact that he was the reason I was lying on my back in the rain. I was thankful for the rain, though. It helped hide my tears. Not that there was anyone to see them.

I choked out another sob as the realisation washed over me for the hundredth time that day. How could he do something like that? Inky black clouds formed in the sky, blotting out the sun as thunder rumbled in the distance, loud and angry. The tears streamed down my face even more. I forgot how terrified I was of thunder. I was so busy being terrified and upset that I didn’t hear the soggy footsteps heading toward me through the downpour.

“Caleb?” 

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