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ME AND THE DEVIL
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We found hope.
We found hell.
We found each other.
His name was Tryst.
I loved him. I wanted him. I lost him.
Everything I had was taken from me.
My life is in ruins. My hope, extinguished.
In the aftermath, there is only one thing left.
One word the devil on my shoulder repeats, day after day…
“REVENGE.”
When I find those who stole him from me, I will show them that monsters aren’t born, they are made.
In my world, some will suffer.
Some will die.
And some will wish they’d found hell.
This is my story now.
My story of love.
Of obsession.
Of total annihilation.
We found hope. We found hell. We found each other.
On the outside, he was perfect.
On the inside, something sinister lurked.
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He was sick and could not be cured.
They called him a monster.
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Glen's Story
JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT
One unmarked grave is covered in fresh, dark soil. Six feet beneath the ground every moment of my life lies in a plain wooden box not worthy of being called a coffin. The urge to push open the door of the car and run is overwhelming, but I shove it down and swallow the lump in my throat.
I focus on the only thing keeping
me alive.
Revenge.
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Glen's Story
JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT
When I find those who stole him from me, I will show them that monsters aren’t born,
they are made.
In my world,
some will suffer,
some will die,
and some will wish
they’d found hell.
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Glen's Story
JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT
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