They pushed me. The men in the black suits were tugging on my arms "stop!" I was pleading, somehow they didn't hear.
(/flashback/) :
"If you weren't beating up people for a living Marty! I mean our daughters crying!"
"Well,! It's how I provide money!! -knockout-"
"Mom!" :;)
If only that one day. Now my father is out doing who knows what.
"Get in the car!! Your coming with us!" They said
I looked down to see blood dripping off my knee, fast.
I started to cry.
"Shush you murderer! That ain't gonna help shit!"
"What?!"
End of chapter 1, don't worry, it gets better.
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Proving the Innocence
Mystery / ThrillerI, Kira Ross, am a forgotten one, Somehow, why?, I am alleged Alleged Alleged To be a murderer. Who believes me? I am not or ... Am I?
