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The world seemed to go quiet around me for a few weeks.
I'd visited fathers grave, one or twice. Or maybe, I only went their once, and I just cried. I'd sobbed and kicked at his grave stone, knowing I didn't have enough courage to do this when he was alive.
And then, at the end of the day, it started to rain, and I just sat there. What else was I supposed to do? He was finally gone. The man who violated my body more than once, the man who called himself my dad, the man I used to love as a child.
For awhile, it felt numb. I don't even think I grieved, I just think something inside of me felt broken. But it hurt. I don't know why it hurt.
Draco tried his best to comfort me, he took care of Avalon, and all I could think about was how, if he wasn't here, I don't know where I'd be.
If Avalon wasn't here, I don't know where I'd be.
And if he hadn't ever stolen my love from someone else, than I probably wouldn't be alive today.
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THE END
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