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Aven

He was going to kill me

I wasn’t being dra, crazy, hysterical woman That wasn’t me I was a realist, plain and simple

And the reality was, he was going to kill me

It was a long ti actually

I had been anticipating the eventuality of it for eight months exactly Because, the fact of the matter was, I knew plenty about raduated from creep to psychopath Blame my obsession with true crime TV and books

And because of that knowledge, I hadn’t been sitting onto die I didn’t exactly have the wildest,life In fact, it was somewhat lame But it was s happen To do that, I needed to be smart

First and foremost, I went to the cops

That hat any well-adjusted woht? Even if you knew that the NBPD was corrupt as they come They were supposed to help people in my situation

I was led past rows of deskswith their paperwork, where I was told by ahandlebar reen eyes that, he’s sorry, it sucks, but there’s notorder but warned er I left the station frustrated, but determined

The first stop was the pound Generally a lover of the uber fluffy, pocket-purse type dogs, I had felt trepidation well up as I es where dozens of ho out their days The descriptors on their doors called the anyone Everyone knew a Pitbull when they saw one Sturdy across the chest, wide-headed There was nothese terrier es with no toys or soft, fluffy beds because the whole species got a bad reputation thanks to a few sour apples I had a Springer Spaniel as a kid ent rabid The vet called it ‘Springer rage,’ and it wasn’t uncommon But people still buy that breed by the dozens Unfair, their reputation