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The justification in her worries was thin at best, and mediocre and vile at worst. "You don't fucking know anything," The words slipped past him in a frustrated growl. He hadn't meant them to sound so fucking aggressive, truly, but the past was the past and the last thing he wanted to do was relive any of the shame that moved alongside him in a dense fog.
Tom left that town for a reason. Being there for only a few days had filled him with near insanity. He was pushed, abused, yelled at, and misunderstood... the level of scrutiny... nothing compared to returning to one's hometown to find that in the end, nobody and nothing had changed.
Moving along had been the only option. The constant wading through a torrential downpour was growing tiring, though. Finally, he told himself to try and make things work, try and meet a girl. That went to hell fucking early, apparently. "I didn't kill those people! Why do you think I left town?! No one ever believes me, you're my girlfriend and you don't even believe me!"