Mommy and daddy are fighting again. They are shouting at each other. Mommy told me to stay in my room, so I do as told. I love mommy. I don't love daddy quite as much. He hurt me once. Yesterday I noticed mommy had scars on her wrist. She told me that she got them at war. Mommy is so brave. Daddy once told me that he thinks mommy is weak, but how can she be weak if she fought in a war? I asked daddy this. He didn't answer... but he got really mad at mommy, and now they are fighting. After daddy left for work mommy went to the garage, turned on the car, and went to sleep. She looks really peaceful. I open the car door and sit next to mommy. I notice she has bruises on her neck and arms. She must have got them at the war too. Well, I'm beginning to feel a little sleep too. I think I'll take a nap next to mommy. I'm sure mommy will wake up soon, and then we can both go visit grandpa
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Short Horror Stories
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