Prolouge: 14 years ago

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It was 3 days later of my 3rd birthday when my dad left. During my 3rd birthday, it was nighttime. My mom was preparing our birthday dinner. Dad wasn't there yet so me and my mom was just there waiting for him. Later that night someone was outside the door. *KNOCK* *KNOCK* Mom opened the door. It was someone, holding a gun. His tall and skinny. Mom just told me to hide in the closet fast.

"You cant have Another!" Mom said.

"Let me have it!" The guy said.

"Never!" Mom replied.

I heard a gunshot and the guy disappeared. I open the closet and went to my mom. She was covered in blood. She was shot. A moment later, a guy just went in. It was my dad.

"Rachel!" Dad said.

I was just crying that time. I don't know what's happening. My dad was just there holding her. Then later on she died in her arms.

"no!"

Then thats all I just remember on that one night. . Then the day later my dad left.

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