Charlotte died that night.
Her own father beat her to death with a crowbar while I was stuck in her basement. I tried with all my strength to dig through the slabs of cement, wood and marble, but nothing worked. My arm was broken.
I didn't just sprain or fracture it. I broke it.
When I tried explaining this to Jona, he punched me. I didn't fight back. Then he punched me again and again and again until I passed out. I never fought back.
I deserved it.
I never forgot how dark it was that night, how my vision was so blurred from the stinging in my eyes. However, despite that, despite that agonising darkness, I could still see the bones that had slashed through my muscles and skin and the blood that was trying to gush out of my arm, but unable to for some reason.
I remember how the tearg
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