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Chapter 7

I carried her limp light body in my arms. I felt truthful bad for knocking her out but I knew she wouldn't shut up if I didn't. Blood was on my shirt. Her blood. I needed her alive, everyone else they just want her dead. I know she going to want answers when she wakes up and she'll push and push till she gets them. But she wouldn't understand. I wonder if she would even believe me when I told her, her dad wasn't really her dad. In the state she was in with him she might be glad but I still didn't know.

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