Flashbacks, Terror is a Bitch

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Sam says I'm going with Gary. Try to fix what you broke. I talk to his kid because I like kids. I'm happy they made him. Gary says some people should not have children. I get sick. I cannot see my own Sam says we have to build here. We give her financial support. Your people are no good for you. You support her she is yours. When I misbehave he pretends she is on her way and he will have her. I scream and scream behind glass. Sam says you support me when you become a professor. He plays movies at times I need to be in class. He calls Harvard and says Gary kissed me. Hahaha! He leaves his ID at his work to cause stress between Nicole and me at the airport. He says she told him bad things about race. I fume at her. Sam says he has to go with Derrick now. Or with Andy. Or Christine. Sams says she's a mark. Or Mike, he hates blacks but I have to make money. You stay bitch. I'm tired, sick everyday. Vomit. Over and over. A big fat body on Wade's couch. Nobody likes you. Everybody hates you. You're a whore. I was one one time in Texas. I scrub Wade's bathroom. Sam's. Nicole's. Sam asks Andy for sex. Not a joke. Andy says I'm not gay. Comes over dressed nice and smelling sweet before. Drunk. I say you can't come in. Only Wade. Sam says I don't care if you fuck Wade. But hide my weed from him in that spot. He's taking our money. Who is gay? Who likes who? No one speaks. Not Gary, not Wade, not Derrick, not Christine, not the other names either. Sam says cease and desist. I say to the officer after I call for flattened tire and gunshot through new window, emails, texts (you're stupid if you don't come with me!) from what? She say, read the report. Sam says why are you going to the Regal Beagle on a Tuesday? Who is Derek? I'm outside your window for three hours drunk! Wade draws pictures that trigger. Scream. I don't know why he would do that to me.

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