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Completely cleared out

I s, the edges of the hardinto my palm as my hand clenches unconsciously “Natalie?”

There’s no answer She’s not fucking here

She’s gone, just like all of her stuff is And I knoithout even having to guess, without having to think twice about it, who’s responsible for this

Marcus fucking Constantine

Chapter 7

My gaze sweeps over the e back and forth

A few little pieces of trash reer here

What in the actual fuck?

I hate Natalie, and I’ve wished she would move on more than one occasion But I never wished for this I never asked for this

It’s Marcus I’m sure it is

Maybe he or one of the other guys saw our exchange on the front stoop last night—Jesus Chri

st, was he hiding in the fucking bushes?—and decided to take matters into their own hands

Fuck Did they kill her?

I don’t know shit about theseso ot one of theine they’re capable of serious violence