Elsa told me Nick’s writing a poem about me.

Why can’t he just let me go? He obviously doesn’t love me… you don’t beat up people you love.

I should have left him long before the night of the talent show… he slapped me on the way back from Key West.

All I wanted to do was talk to him. He was acting so off… like he didn’t trust me; and I brought it up. He began driving like a lunatic… I thought he was going to kill us, and he slapped me in the face.

Why did I ever take him back?