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still had not figured out how I managed to see the movie to the end, because I was so mad that my clenched teeth started to hurt my jaw after a while. I wanted to hit something, hurt someone, and the one person that came to mind was Xavier. I was so upset that I accidentally urinated on myself, but I still didn’t move one inch, not one. I couldn’t miss anything. I was determined to see the on-screen rape and sodomy of the focal points of what he called our dysfunctional affair.
    When it was over, I stiffly lifted my body from the seat, brushing the buttered popcorn that had collected on my lap onto the floor. I put my coat on to hide my wetness and blindly followed the crowd out of the theater. I heard the comments and took them all in.
    â€œThat Pilar was one crazy bitch!”
    â€œWow, if I were Xavier, I would have beaten her ass, too. In fact, she got off light.”
    â€œShe was one sick puppy!”
    It took every ounce of energy I could muster to make my way out the exit door. I saw the movie a total of thirty more times, and each and every time I left filled with just as much pain and fury as the first time. I was determined I was going to teach Xavier a lesson, one he wouldn’t forget so easily this time. He was one hardheaded mofo, who still hadn’t learned not to fuck with me.
    I dropped the assault and battery charges against him; I couldn’t help it if the state of Texas decided to proceed without me based on the evidence. I had left him alone for two entire years now. Not a single contact was made. I even suffered through letting Michael screw me for a year before I had to teach him a lesson, too. I had thought that during that time Xavier would realize what a true gem he had found in me and that no one would treat him the way I could, no one. I loved him from my soul, as well as from my heart. Now I hated him just as much, and that was not a good thing. Not good for him, anyway.
    I watched him drive off with his tramp. There wasn’t a need for me to follow them, because I had a pretty good idea where they were headed. I smiled to myself when I thought about how earlier I had trailed Xavier to the hotel to pick her up for dinner. She kind of reminded me of his ex-fiancée. What was her name? Kerr ... Krystal? No, Kendall. Yeah, that was it. Miss High-and-Mighty Kendall, nose all stuck up in the air. Miss Future Lawyer. Yeah, I fixed her ass, too. I fixed her good. This one, she was young, too. Xavier liked them young so he could train them like little puppies so they could grow up to be his tamed bitches. Well, he couldn’t train or tame me. He found that out real quick and in a hurry.
    After their fancy dinner, I trailed Xavier and his tramp back to his house. They never spotted me. It was too easy. It always was. I had been sitting out in the cold, in my car, since. I knew all too well what they were doing up in there—what Xavier did best besides writing. Now he was probably taking her back to the hotel. I didn’t attempt to follow, because I knew everything I needed to know about her. Miss Bailey. I’d deal with her later. I was finished for the night, but tomorrow was another day.
    Just as I was attempting to pull away from the curb, my cell signaled that I had a text. I quickly retrieved it and read:

    Pilar, please contact me as soon as possible. I’m worried about you. Please call.

    I knew exactly who it was from. I pressed ERASE, more than slightly annoyed now. I had been getting text messages and voice messages since I left Los Angeles behind, which was almost a month ago.
    Another text followed.

    Have you been taking your meds? I hope so, because you were doing so well. I’m proud of you. Call me. I’m going to wait by the phone in my office a while longer, or call me later on my cell.

    My friend Leeda wouldn’t leave me alone. Oh, okay, I should call her what she really was. My ex-psychiatrist wouldn’t stop harassing me. To be