Mae POV
Memories of my time with Jameson flash through my mind. He is not kind when he is drunk. Panic rushes through my body. I glance behind the door where we keep our trusty bat, and Jameson is blocking my way to grab it. The room feels like it is getting smaller by the minute.
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