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Alyson: A Short Story

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“I’m sorry, Alyson,” he whispered hoarsely into her ear. His hand gripped the back of her head, forcing her to listen. “It’ll never happen again, sweetheart –I promise.” She looked down avoiding his desperate gaze. The bruises were already leaving the unsightly purple reminders along her aching arms. “It’s just, you make me crazy sometimes,” James continued. “When I saw him looking at you like that…” Alyson shuddered, knowing exactly what he would say next. She’d heard it a million times before. “I just get so jealous when I see other men around you, you’re so beautiful, and I don’t deserve you. If you ever left me...” his voice trailed off into a sob. Without warning James’s face reddened and his polished fingers gripped he shoulders once
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