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"I love you too," Caden murmured, walking down the hall. |
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Caden walked to his study, shutting the door behind him before sitting down, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and taking a sip. |
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Caden finished a quarter of the bottle, the memory flashing in his mind over and over. Him begging for them to stop and that he didn't know anything, the same man there every single time. . . Half the bottle. The punches, mockery, chances of hope before getting it torn away in his face. ¾ the bottle. |
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Caden took one last swig, the burn of the liquid the only thing being felt as he slumped forward onto the desk, hand still clamped around the neck. |
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Emily woke in the middle of the night and went to Caden. She walked in, saw he was asleep, grabbed a blanket, and draped it over him. She gently took the bottle from his grasp, taking it to the kitchen and bringing back a pillow. She was careful not to wake him as she moved his head onto the pillow and she kissed his cheek. She placed a full water bottle and a bottle of tylenol beside the pillow, within reach |
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Morning Frost and Afternoon Sunshine
