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Tale Of Rebecca #1

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I'll watch him running.
If I can make him leave.
I hate him.
I think.
He frightens me. His bullying control. It's killing me.
I want him out of my life.
For months I put off going to the doctor about my anxiety, but last week I actually went.
"Name?"
"Rebecca... um...Denman,"
We talked. Truthfully: I cried, the doctor talked.
And now, as long as I take my little helpers every day, I see things properly.
I'm back in control.
Get out.
He shrugged, packed and strolled out grinning.
This is alone.
And the only thing running is my mascara.

4 comments add one below

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    Neville Hunt about 2 months ago

    Something new! Excellent. Great start; can’t wait to read more... 🙂

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    Drew Martyn about 2 months ago

    Just a quick doubler :)

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    Christopher about 2 months ago

    I love the reference to pharmaceuticals as "little helpers." Reminds of the old Rolling Stones song.

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    Drew Martyn about 2 months ago

    Yes, with you there Christopher :) Thanks

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