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FORTY THREE | Angela Moretti
[ANGELA]
“We need to talk!” he said. “You know where to find me.”
I hear the voicemail for the fourth time before going ahead and deleting it entirely.
When I was young, I used to be the girl whose dreams were bigger, greater, and higher than what society approved. There was nothing wrong with wanting to have everything. To have money and power and control. To be someone of importance, someone people knew better than to take for granted. The passion that ran through my blood never permitted me to settle for anything less.
As a result of which, I did things that I am not very proud of. I used people. Killed, tortured, and burnt some until only their ashes remained. I have cut them limb by limb without breaking a sweat. I have lied, broken promises and betrayed whenever it was my life against theirs. But I don’t find my cruelty pointless either. They were all ladders that I needed to
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