Carla has lost out on a bed for tonight, she sits and reflects; about being here, about being in her shoes.
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"I shouldn't even be here, I don't belong here....I was just defending myself." She spoke softly, as not to wake the others, sleeping on the couch.
She slumped down into the armchair.
"This is all Hayden's fault, if I hadn't spent all my time fighting with him I would've gotten fed in time and off to bed in time. He just knew how to push my buttons from the moment I walked in and he knows how to continue. I've wasted all my energy screaming at him and being pissed off. I fucking hate him....."
"I....hate him." Her eyes looked up slowly and nervousness rushed over her, as if she had just been caught.
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