[chapter thirty-one]
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This story is gonna be darker, and deal with serious, sometimes disturbing
issues. Just so everyone knows. Okay? Okay.
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~Faye's POV~
Just when I thought I was done crying, I went back to my little house.
I'd run out of clothes and I really wanted my own pillow.
Picking up the FedEx box outside my door and the mountain of mail in the mailbox, I stepped into the front door.
It's pristine.
Jimmie has been here.
Nothing broken, nothing on the floor where it had once lay. Furniture righted, papers stacked neatly.
He even vacuumed.
Only a faint bloodstain remained of the most horrible night of my life.
I can't believe he did this.
I really can't.
I sit in the middle of the floor, sifting through the mail before I tear into the box I found on my doorstep.
I inhale sharply when I open it.
My favorite sweatshirt. A pair of earrings. A bank statement. A framed picture of my sister.
All things I had left behind at Matt's when I ran out on him.
With shaking hands, I pick up my cell phone and dial the number for Hendrick.
"Hendrick Motorsports, Dee speaking."
"Hi." I say, my voice cracking slightly. "May I…may I speak to Matt Madden, please?"
There is a slight pause, and I think about hanging up then and there.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Madden no longer works for Hendrick Motorsports." The voice on the other end of the line says calmly, and I can hear paper shuffling in the background.
What?
"I'm sorry?" I ask.
"Mr. Madden resigned several days ago. May I direct your call to another member of our team?" She asks, and I shake my head no, even though she can't see me.
"Do you know where he went?" I ask dumbly.
"I believe he has moved away from the Mooresville area, miss."
Oh my god.
Oh my GOD.
"Thank you for your help. I'll…I don't need to speak to anyone else. Thank you."
I stare at the box, wondering if this was really the last I'd ever see of my ex-boyfriend.
Of my abuser.
Maybe I can survive this after all.