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Scott—She was holding out on me pt 5
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2025-04-11 09:06:51"I wanted to kill him, Scott. I wanted to kill my father," she said, turning to face me. "He said I was going to hurt you and I just snapped. I tried to stop. Listening to you remind me of our life together, I tried to stop," she said, frantically crying within seconds. "I hate him so much. I couldn't let anyone hurt you. I—"
"Sssshhhh, it's okay," I said, pulling her into my arms and rubbing her back. "I wanted to kill him too for what he did to you," I admitted, unfazed by her admission. "I get it." "It's not the same. You didn't have the gun in your hands. You didn't actually shoot him," she insisted through sobs. I thought about her shooting her father. Visualized him stumbling backwards. After thinking he was the one that shot her, I was relieved to find her in one piece. Maybe it was fucked up, but I was even proud of her. On some level, I knew she did it for herself as much as to protect me. I had no problem with that. It's the v
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