Wounded

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"Jayden I need to do it.... I need to keep you safe.... You're like a sister to me..." Jayce and I texted back and forth as my father carried on with his rage.

The closet quickly swung open and Jayce stepped toward my father , holding the blade of my knife to his throat. Even while drunk, my father appeared terrified. Jayce looked at me the way he always did to ask me if I was alright. I slowly nodded.

Jayce focused his attention back onto my father. He lower the knife down to my fathers chest and made one, long, deep cut into his chest.

"Never touch her. Oh, and your chest is cut. Dogs can be such a pain, can't they?" Jayce whispered loudly into my fathers ear.

He nodded quickly and Jayce sent him out of the room, locking the door behind him. As soon as the door was locked he immediately walked over to my bed to comfort me. He wrapped his arms around me and rocked me gently back and fourth until I fell asleep.

After I had fell asleep he had laid me down and fell asleep next to me. Everything was peaceful until a loud smash rang throughout the house, jolting everyone awake. The smash was followed by a loud bang. Not the type of bang you hear when you walk into a wall but the type of bang you would only hear if a gun was being fired.

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