I’m back, you beautiful bastards! (not that I expect any of you to remember me) I figured the world might want to know what old Eileen has been up to lately. This story is not for those with weak constitutions. Shit is about to get real weird in a minute. Enjoy
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The taste of them still lingering on her tongue and in her cheeks stained the flavor of the coffee she drank. She held her head high, not because she was particularly proud of herself, but because the men sitting in the circle both to her right and to her left were wearing sweatpants, and she couldn’t handle any more temptation. Her stomach was still churning, and she wore long sleeves to cover the bruises and scrapes.
“Would anyone else like to share,” Pastor Wally asked, crossing his arms across his black turtleneck. “Remember. There is no judgment here. All have sinned in the eyes of the most high—”
“I killed my husband,” Eileen said to the room. Everyone turned their heads, intrigued.
“W— Wow… Was it an accident?”
“Yes,” she said. Then she looked down. “Not really…”
**24 Hours Earlier**