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Violating Expectations pt. 1

Kara returned home late in the day, exhausted from her travels but relieved. She was going to be off the hook. Tonight she could just cook some dinner, sleep, and then pick up the money tomorrow. Everything was going to be okay.

As she turned to close the door to her apartment, it burst inward, sending the skinny girl sprawling to the ground in a painful heap. When she looked up Jason was standing in the doorway, his shirt stained with vomit.

He mumbled something that Kara couldn’t understand and crossed the threshold into her apartment. He’d been drinking and it looked like he was on meth again. His eyes danced all over the place and he was breathing in shallow gasps.

“Money.” Jason mumbled.

“I can’t get to the money yet.”

Pain exploded in her head. She blinked, trying to figure out what had happened. The room kept cycling from light to dark and back again.

Kara winced as she came to. Jason stood over her, slapping her. She tried to throw her hands up or to turn away but her body wasn’t obeying.

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