come on we gotta go

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I hold my fathers body close to me. I wept this is the first time I cried since I lost her....

I hear someone shout my name.

GO AWAY, I scream

Becan county Sheriffs department, someone called out.

He walks into the room I was in

Oh my god...he spoke faintly

he noticed all the damage done to the room, my shirt covered in plaster and dust my hands bloody from when I punched the mirror.

Are you okay ma'am, he spoke again

DOES IT LOOK LIKE IM OKAY I WATCH SOMETHING SLIT MY FATHERS THROAT... I...I...I...not again, I choked out

Requesting back up we have a 901H and uhhh call argent, the deputy says

He gets to the floor and holds me I cry into he shoulder.

------time skip to the station------

As I'm put into the back seat of the the cop car I make eye contact with the twins they smile and walk away I deeply growl. Then were off.

They asked me questions about what you saw what happened all in all.

Then I see him...my uncle...

I run up to him and slaped him then hugged him

I missed you to, he groans, come on let's go.

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