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bar in Landrum, which is the next town over.  I really did like my job, but I knew I wouldn’t be going back.
    I wasn’t physically or emotional ly ready to go back.  My boss Charlie was cool about it.  He wasn’t happy about my decision but supportive nonetheless.  It’s hard to find good-quality employees in the restaurant and bar industry.  Especially in a small town where your choices were those who work in the biz because it is conducive to their active party lifestyles and the lazy ones you’re always picking up slack from.
    Most of the time, you just find yourself taking up most of their slack and working harder for the same pay.
    After being released, I insisted on going to a hotel.  Holly insisted that I stay with her .
    And that was that.
    When we first got here after I was released, SHE insisted that I rest and that she would wait on me hand and foot.  She fed me takeout Chinese and pizza in bed, brought me skim vanilla lattes from The Ugly Mug, held me when I cried, and took the punishment of my being a plain old bitch when I got frustrated that I couldn’t move around as easily.  She spoiled me.
    She even helped by washing my hair and painting my toes.   At first it was a bit humiliating . I don’t like being helpless. But she wouldn’t take no for an answer so I just let her do her thing.
    So for the last two and half months, I have stayed with Holly.  What started off being a temporary stay became a more permanent roommate situation.
    I spoke to the management of my old apartment, who quickly let me out of my lease, giving me back every cent of my deposit.
    Holly got together with Braden, Olivia, Tristan, and Jake to pack up the apartment, taking most of my furniture to storage.  Management said they would take care of the cleanup.  I thought that was really nice. 
    Either they were trying to make this a smooth move or they really just wanted me the hell out of there.  I assume a girl getting brutally raped in one of their apartments and a heavy police presence probably doesn’t do well for business.
    Over the past couple of months, Braden has been trying to see me.  I have used up every excuse I can think of.  I even pulled out the, “I have to wash my hair” bit—twice.
    He has kept to his word about not letting me push him away, at the same time giving me my space, which I am extremely grateful for.  I get a text or a call from him every day.  He promised to give me time to “sort shit in your head,” as he calls it, but he hasn’t given up, and I don’t see him doing so anytime soon. 
    Holly has been fantastic and so supportive.  She let me move right in, and I haven’t given her a cent towards rent yet.  I did, however, try to give her money and she held up her hand, palm out, and shook her head. 
    “Get on your feet first, honey.  I got the rent for now.” 
    Holly Madison is a paralegal over at the courthouse.  Incidentally, that also means she gets to keep tabs on the jail where Jose Delgado is being held.  She’s made sure that I am kept informed of any new information coming in about the case or his status.  So far, no one has posted his bond, which is a huge relief for me.  She also made sure that I was registered with the Victim Witness Program, so if he does get released, I’ll get notified immediately. 
    Holly ma kes a nice living for herself.
    She is also gorgeous with her long , light brown hair, hazel eyes, perfectly symmetrical nose, straight, gleaming white teeth, and a banging body.  The girl has J-Lo curves, only with less booty, and she knows how to show them off--with class, that is.
    We became friends back in high school.  She moved to Saluda with her mother when we were freshman.   
    Her father was incarcerated.  For what, I don’t know.  It’s a sore subject for her and I always figured that one day, when she is comfortable, she’d tell me her story.  I am not going to push it.  I know all too well about deadbeat dads.  A