#Chapter12

Like a slap to my face I watch the guy I call my boyfriend wheeze choking for air. How long have this.. us, been a lie? What did I miss about our relationship blindly having a killer as my boyfriend? I replayed back to the day he bumped into me at the grocery store. So sweet, he paid for the damaged eggs and carton of milk that fell out of the brown paper bag. Begging to take me on a date to show how sorry he was to which I reluctantly agreed. During the date he gave me the flier to the hotel seeking for new waitresses. I have...