Dead of the night and there's flashing lights. You should stay in bed or daddy's gonna hurt you.
Where's mama? She always comes on nights like this.
Creep on out and look out of your room and someone breaks the front door. Shouts and men with guns, you're knocked back on accident. Something daddy does, but never on accident.
Then you hear a voice, a voice of a cruel man. Daddy isn't happy, but this time he's not taking it out on mommy, this time he ain't hurting no one, he's only hurting himself.
"How old are you, kid?"
"Fourteen."
"Did you know, your mama's dead?"
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Demons
FanfictionI wanted him, needed him and he was walking straight out of my life