"No. I didn't. He killed me." She replied.
"Please elaborate on this phrase." I said pushing feelings aside.
"Which phrase?" She was toying with me.
"The phrase 'No. I didn't. He killed me.' That phrase Natalie." She was getting in my head.
"Well I don't know what you want me to say. No means like I did not. I is me. Didn't is like did not. He is--"
"Natalie no. You know thats NOT what I meant." She smiled very devishly and my heart started racing.
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He looked uneasy. I laughed and he trembled. This man feared me, I've done no wrong though.
"John if you want to know how he killed me you could just ask." I smiled and tried to reassure him I did no wrong.
"Yes, Natalie if you must tell me I'd be more than happy to hear your story." He replied, recollecting his thoughts.
"Well let's see. Maybe it was because he abused me. Or maybe it was how he cheated on me. Or I don't know the constant cursing and fighting." I felt tears rising and I looked down and swallowed my tears and lost my voice by then.
"Natalie how come you didn't call the police?" He continued without hesitation.
I had had enough for one day. I got up and tried opening the door. John nodded and butthead Diaz opened the door with his big gun. I turned got handcuffed and then I was escorted home with 3 guards. 2 males and 1 female to watch over me.
"Bye Johnny." I whispered on my way out.
"Bye..." He said
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