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“You don’t understand,” he roars, as saliva spits out of his mouth. “I’ve lost everything. I lost my home, my car, and my place at the university. My career is blown before it even began. I’m going to serve time. Not even a takeaway will hire me now. My friends aren’t talking to me. My parents can’t even look at me. And it’s because of that bitch.”

“You are missing key information. You stole from her work, blamed it on her, then got her fired. She would have been facing criminal charges for somethingyoudid. You harassed her, recorded her having sex, scattered roses outside her home, and let’s not forget you raised your hand to her and damaged her family’s properties.”

“They fucking deserved it and so did she. She used me. She didn’t appreciate me. I gave her everything and this is how she repays me.Me?I gave her a chance when no one else would. I should have followed in their footsteps and stayed the fuck away.”

“You coerced her into a relationship. What did you think would happen?”

“She loved me,” he screams, smashing the bottle of vodka on the ground. Shards of glass fly everywhere, and I step back to miss a piece coming my way. “Then she threw it away.”

“No, she didn’t love you, not like that. She felt what you needed her to feel because you gaslighted her. You’re punishing her for not wanting you. Do you know how crazy that is? She didn’t cheat on you. She didn’t make you promises. She gave you all that she could.”

“And you think she loves you?” he accuses, jabbing his finger at me. “She’ll never love you.”

“I know she loves me,” I admit.

“Then she’s lying,” he barks.

I shake my head, almost feeling sorry for him. “She’s never said it, and I don’t need her to. I see it when she looks at me. I feel it when we are together,” I explain, trying to get the bite out of my words. “Which is why I know she never did any of the things you are accusing her of. She might not have been in love with you, but she loved you as a friend. All this, what you’re feeling, is what you’ve caused.”

“No,” he chokes out, scratching his temple with the hand holding the knife. “This is all her fault.”

I lift my hand up and take a step closer. “No, it isn’t, Zach. This behaviour isn’t normal. We need to get you help.”

He lowers his gaze a little. “I loved her for so long,” he chokes out.

“I know.”

“I gave her everything.”

“No, you didn’t. Because you didn’t get to know her, Zach.”

“I know her better than you,” he screams, holding the knife out when I take another step. “Don’t come any closer.”

I step back, holding both hands out. “I won’t. I won’t.”

“I knew her better than you.”

“Then you would have known that her family are the most important people in her life. You would know that she doesn’t like being told what to eat or what to wear. You would understand her craziness and embrace it instead of making her feel ashamed of it.”

“I was helping her,” he bites out. “Her family are a bad influence on her. She doesn’t want to end up fat and ugly. And she could do with putting on more respectable clothes, and talking less trashy. I was doing it for her.”

“You were doing it for yourself,” I snap. “She doesn’t need to change.”

“Oh, is she Little Miss Perfect to you?” he spits out. “Is that how you got into her knickers?”

“Stop!” I bark. “Stop with this bullshit.”

“No. She’s fucking ruined everything.”

“Is that why you brought a knife? To get revenge for stuffyoudid?”

He stares at the knife like he’s seeing it for the first time. “I actually don’t know why I brought it.”

“Then why are you here?”

He shakes his head, wobbling for a second before straightening himself up. “I have nothing left to lose.”

My breath gets trapped in my throat for a second. “What does that mean?”

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