[Hey sorry it's taken me so long, life got rather busy]
I dare not turn, i don't even move as my ex-husbands voice grows louder as he repeats my question over and over before providing me with an answer. An answer that fills me with fear. Suddenly i move, attempting to stand up only to be kept in place by the presence of my ex's hand upon my shoulder.
Turning my head to the side sharply as his fingertips stroke against my cheek, shoulders tensed beneath his hand. "I'm not your girl..." i whisper weakly, reaching up and trying to push the hand from my shoulder so that i can rise to my feet. "Let go of me...i'm leaving..." As strong and confident as i'm trying to be, my voice wavers dangerously, well aware that i have been tricked and that the detective was not going to come to my aid.
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