I was about eleven years old when two men who pretended to be cops told me to “get the fuck into the car”. That day changed my life. I never knew that one day out of your entire life could literally change everything in your future. Maybe that pedophile would still be alive if I didn’t get into the car, because I wouldn’t have been traumatized by my rape, because it never would have happened. If I was never raped I would never of thought of killing a pedophile, I would have just called the police. Maybe I wouldn’t have even been at the bar that night, because I would have been depressed and needed a drink. I never would have saw Katie that night, and maybe I wouldn’t be accused of the murder. Maybe I wouldn’t even have married Celeste if I didn’t get into that car, so I never would have been any what close to Jimmy, because I wouldn’t be married to his wife’s cousin. It’s funny how these things work out, isn’t it? I wish I never got in that car. I wish I was smart enough to run away and get help. I wouldn’t have become a wolf.

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