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“It stops at the curb”

Hadley

The slow drip of water is what I hear first as consciousness creeps back to entle wayas a child, but h the haze There’s a throb at the back of raine look easy, and sloith each pound in ain, re me why I’m here

I reoing back to the sink to wash , and the last thing I reainst h force, my teeth rattled

From then until now that’s all I remember

Drip, drip, drip…The water continues its constant rhythh for me to open my eyes That’s when I realize I’m not in my parents’ bathroo me down to a wooden chair

I gasp, jolting in the seat, scanning

the square rooht

Fluorescent lights flicker abovewater fro The air is da in this dismal room besides me, the chair, and the rope is the video camera on a stand pointed directly at my face

I shift against the chair, stopping as the rope burns acrossto make sense out of why I’ because the assassination atteainst my father failed? There are just so many questions, and no answers…and I’m more confused than ever

Once iving “Fuck,” I snap, trying to wiggle free The walls seem too close The air too dry I feel the stickiness on the side of ine is ins to flush my skin

Calm down Breathe

Slowly, I force et me nowhere but dead I have no idea what ti hit on the head or if I’ve also been drugged, but my eyes feel heavy, my body even more so

Ryder…

My chest aches for his strength, but I clao there No one right now is going to help me but me