The ride to her apartment takes an eternity even as I blow through several lights and stop signs. Luckily, there aren't many people on the road. I hit the security buzzer in the main entryway pacing anxiously. I hit it a second and third time and still there’s no answer. I pull out my cell and dial her number. When she doesn’t pick up, my stomach churns.
I hit a few other buttons despite the hour. I’m most likely waking people up, but I don't give a rat's ass. Something is wrong. I think about that night when I found her making words on her skin with pin marks. That night I realized why we were always in the dark when we made love, and why there were certain parts she never wanted me to touch.
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