Because that's what they say happens, don't they? If you don't leave 'em, they'll kill you one day.
Maybe he didn't kill me. But the look in his eyes... What I could see through the blood, before I woke up here. It didn't look like he meant to let me explain. There was such fury...
I don't think I would have survived. He had his club he usually used for things like that. It all happened so fast...I came home, from a meeting. A meeting with people that were sure to take the information I'd given them right to the traps. But I never mentioned Bill, never said his name. I kept him clear of any wrong doing in their eyes, but someone must have overheard and told him. I knew something was going to be wrong. I had had this feeling. For weeks. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. I was terrified. I just wanted to keep Oliver safe, away from this sort of life. I did all I could do.
I pray it is enough. That my life is forefit but that he can grow old and have a family of his own and be happy the way I never could. It's what he deserves, sweet Oliver.
It's possible, that he stopped before it ended. That I wound up here in the middle of it. But when I woke the headache I had was worse than anything I'd had before. My ribs, chest, all of me ached and my eye's still swole.
Regardless. I'm not to live much longer when I return home. That much has always been clear to me.
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Maybe he didn't kill me. But the look in his eyes... What I could see through the blood, before I woke up here. It didn't look like he meant to let me explain. There was such fury...
I don't think I would have survived. He had his club he usually used for things like that. It all happened so fast...I came home, from a meeting. A meeting with people that were sure to take the information I'd given them right to the traps. But I never mentioned Bill, never said his name. I kept him clear of any wrong doing in their eyes, but someone must have overheard and told him. I knew something was going to be wrong. I had had this feeling. For weeks. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. I was terrified. I just wanted to keep Oliver safe, away from this sort of life. I did all I could do.
I pray it is enough. That my life is forefit but that he can grow old and have a family of his own and be happy the way I never could. It's what he deserves, sweet Oliver.
It's possible, that he stopped before it ended. That I wound up here in the middle of it. But when I woke the headache I had was worse than anything I'd had before. My ribs, chest, all of me ached and my eye's still swole.
Regardless. I'm not to live much longer when I return home. That much has always been clear to me.