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She layed there for a while, letting everything she had buried for two years come out, hoping that her tears would wash away her pain. It didn't happen, but she knew that would have to face her demons one day, her conscious mind had just never acknowledged it. Why did he come looking for me? I told him not to come looking for me! Letty was screaming at herself in her head, she didn't understand why he had come to her. And yet at the same time, somewhere deep inside, she was so happy he did.

Letty crawled under the covers and sighed, wiping the tears from her eyes. She fell asleep soon after, wary of what was to come. Letty knew that a lot was going to change and she also knew that Dom would not stop pursuing her no matter how many times she turned him down. The day had started off great, she had been secure when she woke up. How was it possible for all of that to fall apart in less than 10 minutes? The situation was just so confusing to her, and she needed to sleep on it, maybe things would be better the next day.

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It was almost two in the afternoon when she finally awoke from her slumber, only to realize that things had not gotten much better. Her mind was foggy and disoriented, the night before seemed unreal, and Letty couldn't tell whether it was a dream or not. She sat up and looked at the clock on her nightstand, 1:55 PM, she thought, grumbling.

Her windows were covered with dark curtains, and barely any light peaked through during the day. Letty was thankful for this, because she could not stand the bright midday sun. Lazily, she got up and went into the kitchen, headed straight for the coffee machine on the counter. The coffee was made and hot, Thank the god who invented automatic coffee makers. After Letty drank the coffee she felt a little better, and her mind was clearer, but she still felt that dull pain in her heart.

She went into her living room and plopped down on the soft leather couch, turning on the TV and flipping channels in the process. "Nothing good's on," she said grumpily, getting comfortable and still flipping. "Ooh, Jerry Springer," Letty laughed, there was nothing like some good old messed up violence to cheer her up.

"Today's topic is: Men who just can't seem to let go," Jerry said, almost comically.

Letty shook her head, "These people are so fuckin' stupid." But since it was the only thing on TV, she sighed and watched it.

Fights and drama filled most of the alloted time, Probably fixed, she thought. There was only one guest left, supposedly "a woman who has important advice for all women out there." Letty rolled her eyes, "Puh-lease. Fuckin' drama queens."

After a quick commercial break it was time for the woman to come out, and Letty looked on, expecting a good laugh. She walked out, introduced just as "Kitty," and sat down on one of the chairs…

"So Kitty, tell us your story."

"Well Jerry, this is what happened to me: A few months ago I got involved with a person whom I thought was the man of my dreams. What started out to be a great relationship ended up a horrible nightmare. It didn't take me too long to be disillusioned with him, because he was abusive and controlling. But I thought I loved him, and I had been hurt so much before I kept lying to myself. One day he hit me and I couldn't lie to myself any longer. When I told him it was over he pulled out a knife on me…" The woman started crying then, and Letty was forced to shut off the TV.

The account brought back too many painful memories, and it was frighteningly close to what had happened to her. Letty immediately tried to shut those thoughts out, this wasn't something that she wanted to remember, but her mind didn't listen to her pleas.

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~Flashback-1 ½ years before~

"How dare you fuckin' hit me you bastard!" Letty screamed, holding her bruised cheek. You could already see the dark black, purple, and blue welt that was forming.

"Don't talk to me like that you bitch, you're mine, and you need to respect me!" Josh yelled back.

"I don't belong to anyone, and least of all you, you fucking asshole!"

Josh was enraged, Letty had refused to give him money for the heroine he wanted to buy, and he had hit her, hard. She was now looking at him with an animalistic fury, and he was meeting her killer glare. Letty was his, and nothing and no one would change that, so she needed to learn to respect him, no matter what the cost.

"Get the fuck outta my house! We're fuckin' over! I never wanna see your face again!" Letty resisted the strong urge to cry, gripping the counter tightly.

He laughed, reached over and grabbed her arms, bruising them as well. "I don't think you meant that," he said dangerously.

Letty jerked out of his grip, "I meant it, now get out." Her voice was low and murderous, and this time she meant business. She was never one for being controlled, this guy had just gotten to her at a bad point in her life. Now the games were over, and he was out.

"So what? You can go and fuck every guy on the street, you slut!"

"Anyone's better than you, Joshua!"

"Well if I can't have you, no one can," he said, almost laughing at the cliché. But he was too far gone to acknowledge it, and it was too late for Letty. Josh grabbed the first thing he could, and it just happened to be a knife.

Letty's eyes went wide, but before she could react there was a nice long gash along the side of her arm. She kicked him in the knee and ran for all she was worth, not being able to believe that something like that was happening again. She flew out the front door, one hand over the wound on her arm. Her warm blood was making her fingers wet and sticky, and she needed to get help, quick.

As soon as she got to the hospital, they checked her up and treated her wound, giving her 20 stitches. Then she called the cops and reported Joshua, but they said he had already been brought in. Apparently he had gone out after her with the knife, then in his rage killed some girl on the street who looked like her. It was over for him then, he was in jail for life with no parole.

~End Flashback~

Ever since that day Letty carried a knife and a gun with her, at all times. She trusted no one. Got close to no one. She became a figure venerated by many, and feared by even more.

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