The Great Escape of the Past

"Vic, you know you have a lot of explaining to do, right?" Amber said trying to hold in her anger.

"Yes, I know. Sit down we're going to talk why I left and what happened. So it all started when I met this guy in the sixth grade, his name is James Taylor. James was the first person nice to me. I told him everything about me. Then one day in ninth grade, I went over to James's house. We went up to his room, like we always do but this time was different. When we got to his room, he pushed me onto the bed and held me down while he forcefully kissed me. I couldn't escape from his grasp, not even able to budge. After he stopped, James said angrily 'If you tell anyone about this, I'm going to tell all your secrets to the school and say you tried to rape me.' This obviously confused the living hell out of me. Anyways, in eleventh grade, he asked me to help him out with something and I stupidly agreed. We went to his house, he said just take this garbage bag into the woods and dump it, but I didn't think of it. So I got the garbage bag an dumped it into the woods. I went back saying I did it and instead of him saying okay or alright, he technically said 'I guess we're inseparable now and you can never get away.' So I freaked out because I didn't understand what he was telling me and then I figured out there was a body in that bag with my fingerprints on it. I obviously met you that year and we dated. James see that as an opportunity to fully get me onto his psychotic plans, that opportunity was you. He said he'll kill you if I didn't cooperate and I did. Anyways six months before I left, James wanted me on another case of utterly disgusting body draw out. After we finished the job, he said 'Remember not to try anything with me that you'll regret.' And so I left and yeah that's what happened." I said calmly so I don't freak out. I looked up at Amber and she was fuming with anger, do much you could see the steam blowing out of her ears. I am kinda scared of her right now.

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