Status Updates From The Death of Us

What the fuck

“The drive was hell.
I wasn’t allowed on the seat. Instead, Marone dragged me over by my hair, setting me underneath his feet to be used as a footstool. Hours went by with me in that same position. With every complaint, he dug his steel heels into my spine, carving notches to forever rest in my bones.”
This is so hard to read.

“You’re not supposed to be here, baby,” the man from this morning beams. J. Lakens, that’s his name. Fucking Police Officer J. Lakens. Fear wraps around my throat as I fall out of my seat, but it’s difficult to register the pain as he takes a large step toward me.”
Oh my god. Quite literally no one can help her.

Oh my god

Nononono I don’t like this I don’t like this

“I can’t stay here anymore.
I can’t take the late-night beatings because her boyfriends prefer to crawl into my bed instead of hers. My shouts of refusal don’t matter, and neither do my tears. All she sees is their dick and hands trying to pry my thighs apart, and her fists go flying.”
This is gonna kill me isn’t it?

“This is my warning to you, dear reader, that The Death Of Us is not your typical romance.
I promise you nothing but the truth.
I’m not afraid to break my own heart. So let me be very clear when I tell you that I’m not afraid to break yours either.”
Well, that sounds promising

“And then we can rest?”
“Until the end.”
💔😭💔😭💔

“You’re safe now.”
KNIFE IN THE GUT 💔