Dr. Chris applauded me for waking up when I did. If I hadn’t walked away from the robbery that night, I would have still been under Rico’s thumb. I would have kept living with the threat. The bastard often joked that he wanted to feel his dick up my ass again.
That threat added to the battle my psyche gave me. All of it coalesced to keep me in fear. I stopped seeing the possibilities in the world. Instead, I lurked around the edges and dreaded living. It was why I settled for being a line cook in a goddamned diner. I knew I was meant to do more. I had talent, and it should have been showcased, but I didn’t think I was worthy.
My demons made me rent a hole in the wall that I scurried into at the end of the night like a fucking rodent, scared of my own shadow. If it hadn’t been for LeeAnn’s persistence, I would have stayed in stasis—not moving forward or back.
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