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Trapped During a Hurricane… Then His Family Turned On Me | True Story
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Aug 1, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories Trapped During a Hurricane… Then His Family Turned On Me | True Story What started as a second chance at love quickly spiraled into a psychological and physical nightmare. After a month of silence, Tim reached out begging for reconciliation and sent me a plane ticket to visit him. But what I thought would be a romantic reunion turned into a cold, calculated trap — during a category 4 hurricane. Trapped, isolated, and denied food or comfort by his entire family, I was left to survive alone for days. But the storm outside was nothing compared to the storm inside that house. This is my true story — and how I barely made it out. ⚠️ Warning: This video contains psychological abuse, emotional manipulation, and survival themes. Viewer discretion is advised.
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Our love story was a tapestry woven
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across miles. A long-distance
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relationship sustained by phone calls
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and hopeful visits until the day Tim
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vanished. No warning, no explanation,
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just a sudden chilling silence. He
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blocked me, ghosted me, and for an
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agonizing month, I heard nothing. My
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heart achd with confusion and betrayal,
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replaying every shared laugh, every
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whispered promise. Then a flicker of
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light in the darkness, a random message.
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He reached out, begging to get back
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together, his words dripping with
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remorse and longing. He sent me a plane
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ticket, a tangible olive branch, and
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against my better judgment, against the
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quiet whispers of doubt, I gave in.
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Hope, fragile and desperate, won out
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over caution. When he picked me up from
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the airport, his smile was disarmingly
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familiar. his eyes filled with a warmth
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that momentarily erased the past month
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of pain. "Do you want to get back
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together?" he asked, his voice soft,
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persuasive.
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In the heat of the moment, caught in the
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intoxicating rush of reunion, I said
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yes. He drove me to his house, a
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sprawling, seemingly idyllic family
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home. As I stepped inside, a nervous
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smile on my face, preparing to introduce
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myself to his parents. My phone buzzed.
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A notification flashed across the
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screen. A hurricane warning. The storm
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was set to hit the next morning.
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A chilling premonition settled over me.
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A discordant note in the symphony of my
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hopeful return. The next morning, the
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world outside erupted. The hurricane
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roared, a furious beast tearing through
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the landscape.
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Inside, a different kind of storm
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brewed. Tim woke me with a rough shake,
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ordering me downstairs. My heart
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pounded. When I descended, the scene
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that awaited me was something out of a
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nightmare. Tim, his two brothers, his
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sister, and his parents stood in a grim
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semicircle, each holding a binder. They
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took turns, each reading from the
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meticulously prepared pages detailing
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why we shouldn't be together.
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It was a cold, calculated dissection of
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our relationship, culminating in Tim's
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flat declaration. "We're breaking up."
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But that wasn't the end. "It was just
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the beginning of their monstrous plan."
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"Due to the hurricane, you must stay
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inside for safety," Tim stated, his
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voice devoid of warmth. "But because you
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are not family, you won't be given
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anything. That includes food, water, and
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even a bed, as these are essentials for
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us.
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The cherry on top. The hurricane was
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scheduled to last for four agonizing
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days. I was trapped, abandoned, and
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condemned to starve. All under the guise
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of safety. That first night was a
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descent into hell. The hurricane raged
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outside, the wind howling like a wild
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animal, rattling the windows so
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violently, I thought they might shatter.
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But inside, it was worse. I had no
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choice but to sleep on the cold, hard
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living room floor. They offered no bed,
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no blanket. I used my jacket as a
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pathetic pillow, wrapping my arms around
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myself in a desperate attempt to stay
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warm. Every shift brought a fresh ache
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to my bones. My stomach growled, a
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hollow, insistent roar.
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I hadn't eaten since the night before,
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and the kitchen was a forbidden zone.
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Tim had made that painfully clear. My
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mind raced, trying to comprehend the
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surreal horror.
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How had it come to this? How could the
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man who had once whispered declarations
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of love now stand there, break up with
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me in front of his entire family, then
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humiliate me, and literally leave me to
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starve.
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Despite the frantic thoughts, I tried to
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sleep, curling into a ball, hugging my
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knees to my chest. But the cold bit at
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my skin, and the fear crept in again.
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Just when I thought I might finally
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drift off, a deafening gust of wind
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slammed against the house, tearing
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through the fragile silence. I jerked
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awake, my heart hammering, trembling.
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Too cold, too hurt, too angry to rest.
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By the second day, the brutal reality of
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my situation hit me with full force. I
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woke with a sore back and an emptiness
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in my stomach that gnawed relentlessly.
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I could hear them in the kitchen
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laughing, chatting. Their voices a cruel
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counterpoint to my suffering. It was as
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if I didn't exist, out of sight, out of
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mind. Tim didn't even glance my way when
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he walked past me to check the storm
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damage outside.
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By afternoon, the hunger was unbearable.
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My stomach achd, twisted, and gnawed,
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making it impossible to think straight.
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I felt weak, lightaded, every passing
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minute intensifying the pain.
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I had been too terrified to sneak into
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the kitchen, staying hidden as much as
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possible.
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But when Tim stepped away from the
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others, engrossed in his phone, a
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desperate impulse seized me. I walked to
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him cautiously. My voice a raw whisper.
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"Please, Tim, anything. I haven't eaten.
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I feel so weak." He barely glanced at
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me, his eyes still fixed on his screen.
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I told you you're not welcome here
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anymore," he muttered, his voice flat. I
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pleaded, "I'm starving. I just need
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enough to get through the day." He
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finally looked up. For a fleeting
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moment, I thought I saw a flicker of
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guilt, but it vanished as quickly as it
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appeared. He sighed heavily, as if I
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were nothing more than an inconvenient
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fly.
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You'll have to figure it out on your
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own," he said, reminding me they needed
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the supplies for the storm. I stood
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there stunned, his words a stinging
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slap. My mouth was dry, my stomach
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clenched even harder. There was nothing
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left to say. He turned his back and
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walked away, rejoining his family
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without another word. That night, after
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everyone had gone to bed, I made a
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desperate decision. I would sneak into
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the kitchen. I was terrified of getting
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caught, but I had no choice. I needed to
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eat. I crept down the hallway, my heart
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pounding, the house eerily quiet, save
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for the storm's roar.
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In the pantry, I grabbed a couple of
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cans, a can opener, and a bottle of
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water. My hands shook, each movement
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feeling like a crime. Just as I was
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about to leave, the floor creaked. I
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froze, holding my breath. But after a
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few tense moments, no one came.
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I hurried back to the living room, heart
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still racing, and began to eat in
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silence. The metallic pop of the can
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opener was deafening in the dark. I ate
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quickly, barely tasting the cold baked
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beans and chicken soup. It was the most
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miserable meal of my life. When I was
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done, I couldn't leave the evidence. If
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anyone saw the empty cans or bottle, it
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would only make things worse. I gathered
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everything, crept down the hallway, and
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carefully pushed the back door open. The
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wind howled, rain still drizzled, but I
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didn't care. I crouched by the side of
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the house behind the bushes, and buried
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the cans and bottle beneath leaves and
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mud. I wiped my hands on my pants, tried
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to calm my racing heart, and slipped
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back inside.
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Even though I had to sleep on the cold
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living room floor again, I felt a little
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bit better with a full stomach. The next
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morning, I tried to stay out of sight,
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avoiding Tim and his family. But around
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midday, I was caught.
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Tim's sister saw me sneaking back from
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the kitchen with one of the cans I'd
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grabbed the night before. She didn't say
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anything at first, just stared.
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Humiliation burned in my cheeks. But
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later, when no one else was around, she
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slipped me a small packet of crackers.
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"Don't let them see you take anything
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else," she whispered. It was a tiny act
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of kindness, but in that moment, it felt
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like the world. She then told me I could
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come to her room for essentials as long
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as no one saw. I muttered a quick thank
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you before she walked away. Despite her
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help, I still felt utterly isolated. I
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knew she wasn't truly on my side. None
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of them were. And a packet of crackers
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didn't erase the fact that I was
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essentially abandoned in this house. On
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the third day, the storm had calmed
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enough for me to step outside briefly. I
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needed fresh air, a break from the
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suffocating atmosphere. The sky was
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still dark, the wind harsh, but it was
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better than being cooped up. I walked
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around the yard trying to clear my head,
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figuring out what I'd do once the storm
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passed. There was no way I could stay
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here any longer. When I went back
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inside, I thought I was in the clear.
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But as soon as I walked through the
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door, I found Tim in the kitchen. His
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back was turned. I glanced at his
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sister's room down the hall. Her door
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was slightly a jar. A plan formed. I
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would sneak in and see if she had
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anything I could take without being
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caught.
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Carefully, I moved down the hallway past
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the kitchen, my heart pounding as I
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inched closer to her room. Tim's voice
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echoed faintly, but I couldn't focus. My
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hands shook as I gently pushed the door
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open, stepping inside as quietly as
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possible.
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My eyes darted to the bedside table,
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then to the dresser. Nothing useful.
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Panic rose again. But then, near the
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closet, I spotted it. A small stash of
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food, probably canned goods she'd set
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aside, along with a thick folded
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blanket. I grabbed a couple of cans,
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tucking them under my arm, then took the
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blanket. It was soft, heavier than
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anything I had. I clutched it to my
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chest. Carefully, I made my way back
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down the hall. In the living room, I
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crouched beside the couch, discreetly
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sliding the cans and blanket underneath,
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hiding them from view. I'd come back for
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them later once everyone was asleep.
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Just as I was getting up from behind the
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couch, Tim's voice cut through the
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silence.
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"What are you doing?" I froze. "I
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thought I dropped my earring," I lied.
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But I found it.
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He looked at me suspiciously.
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Before he could say anything else, his
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sister came to the rescue.
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"Mom and dad need you for something
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right now," she said, pulling him away.
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I breathed a sigh of relief. Later that
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night, as I silently ate the food from
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Tim's sister. He walked into the living
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room. I didn't hear his footsteps over
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the sound of my own eating. He saw me, a
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can of soup in my hand. The look on his
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face told me everything.
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What are you doing?" he demanded, his
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voice low, dangerous. "That's our food.
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You're not allowed to take whatever you
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want. We need it for the storm."
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I tried to explain that I hadn't eaten,
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that I had no choice. "You had a choice,
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and you made it," he retorted. "You
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should have respected that we were nice
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enough to give you shelter after the
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breakup. Stealing our food is crossing
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the line."
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They had a pantry full of food that
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would have lasted them well after the
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storm. Yet, he still seemed enraged. He
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called me selfish, accused me of taking
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from his family when they had already
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been stretched thin from the hurricane.
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I couldn't take it anymore. Tears welled
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in my eyes, but I refused to cry in
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front of him. "I'm leaving in the
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morning," I declared. "You should have
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left the minute you knew things were
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over," he sneered.
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I stayed up all night, terrified of what
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he would do now that he knew I had eaten
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their food. The next morning, the
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hurricane had finally calmed enough for
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me to leave. I booked the first flight I
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could find and packed my things. I
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didn't say goodbye to Tim or his family.
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I just grabbed my stuff and got out of
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there as fast as I could. I couldn't
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believe what had happened. It felt like
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escaping from a prison. I thought that
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would be the end of it. But a few weeks
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after I got back to New York, Tim showed
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up at my office. I was at work trying to
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put the whole ordeal behind me when I
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saw him walk in. He had this smug smile
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on his face as if nothing had happened.
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I couldn't believe the audacity. He
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walked up to my desk and started talking
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like we were still on good terms. He
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said he'd been thinking things over and
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wanted to try again to clear the slate
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between us. I was speechless.
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How could he even think that I would
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want to be with him after everything
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he'd put me through, after what he and
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his family had done? I told him to
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leave, but he kept going on and on,
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talking about how he'd made a mistake
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and how we should give things another
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shot. Eventually, one of my co-workers
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noticed what was going on and called
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security. They escorted him out of the
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building, but I was still shaking by the
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time he was gone. I couldn't believe how
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delusional he was.
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That was the last time I ever saw Tim. I
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blocked his number, deleted him from all
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my social media, and moved on with my
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life. Looking back, I can't believe I
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ever gave him a second chance. But if
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there's one thing I've learned from all
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of this, it's a hard one truth.
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When someone shows you who they really
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are, believe them the first
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