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The girl who loved poetry part 11

Renee escaped before the beating began. She sat in her room and listened to her mother yell from the stairs. Then she ran up to the spare room on the third floor. It was a room almost empty. There were a few boxes. Most people would call it a finished attic but Renee didn’t because she didn’t see an attic as a room with normal windows, finished or not.

Renee began thinking to herself. She was causing her mother pain. She apparently caused Dane trouble too. She even locked him up in jail! She was an awful person! She began to think of Gabriel. She picked up the phone and dialed fast. The answering machine picked up.

“Gabe.” She was crying now. “Gabe, you’re gonna hate me for this. I’m sorry.” Then she hung up. She slowly walked over to the window and opened it. She stared, wondering how far it really was.

“Good. It’ll probably do enough damage.”

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