This is written in a bright barbie pink moleskine journal that can be found somewhere in Mollie's apartment. She has taken it out of it’s hiding place, the previous entries have been written elegantly in fountain pen. This entry is less controlled and in ballpoint pen, but still recognisable as being by the same hand.

07-30-2014

I’ve just read my last entry and can’t believe it’s been it’s been over 6 months since I last wrote in here. Today, i’ve had to write and get this out of my system. Had to get HIM out of my system. who am I kidding he’s become a damn addiction much too quickly.

I have to write this and hope that I don’t make the wrong decision, it would be oh so easy to not call, to be stubborn but I don’t want to do that. He knew we had to wait for the shot to take effect that I could end up pregnant but still, I goaded him but I didn’t expect him to come and run. I was so angry of course I called him a selfish bastard, I didn’t expect that reaction him to show up so quickly after the text.

He was so calm when he grabbed my wrist and it hurt, I can see the bruising starting to appear, The sane part of me screams tell him to go jump off the pier and get out of my life but I can’t do that I need him, he is an addiction and one I don’t think I can kick. Will we have sex again before the shot takes effect, more than likely, I don’t think I could stop him if I wanted to and I don’t. It’s a risk a big risk i’m not settled in town haven’t got my Louisiana state license through so can’t open up my salon, how would I support a child on my job at Slims?

Whether it’s good for me or not I will call him tomorrow.