I could tell you how we dated for a few weeks and how he treated me a bit shabbily towards the end.
I could explain that we have lots of mutual friends so we ended up at the same party one night.
I could tell you that he attacked me after almost everyone else had left. My voice would probably change.
I could show you the photos of the scratches and bruises he gave me. I could tell you how whenever anyone wraps their hand around my wrists all I can think of is how his handprints were bruised into them for a week.
I could explain that no matter how hard I fought him, he was stronger, so instead of escaping I tore a muscle in my shoulder and couldn’t sit or stand up straight for a fortnight.
I could tell you how he said I was being a…
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