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Wheezer had finally left after two hours had gone by. I needed two bags just to be able to walk again. Johnny didn’t even untie me before he stuck me with the Needle, which was a kind gesture at that point. Everything seemed so much darker now. Every breath hurt. Every blink made me want to curl up in a ball and die. And that’s exactly what I did. But, unfortunately, I still woke up the next morning.

The bruises were worse the following day. It took me almost ten minutes to make it six feet to the bathroom. I stared in the mirror at the marks on my body. There wasn’t a single inch of me left untouched. I didn’t know where Johnny had gone, but I had slept through the whole night for the first time in almost a month. It was despicable really. I had no idea what to think. All I knew was that Johnny had turned me into his own personal form of human currency. No, it wasn’t fair for me to solely blame him. I let it happen.

I let him destroy me. I even knew that he was scamming Wheezer out of his shit because he had a wad of cash in the nightstand, and I still did it.

I let him destroy me.

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