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His fingers were warm and sticky around her arm. Not the comfortable kind of warm, more the dirty, sweaty way. She wanted to shut her eyes, but he told her not to. And she knew why she had to listen. She knew what was at stake.
"Now you are gonna watch how your wife is gonna die, and then the son, and then your pretty little daughter. And then you." Said the man with a deep nerve racking almost crazy laugh.
She looked at her father who had blood all over his face from where they had hit him. She wished he could tell her it was all going to be okay. But he couldn't. And it wasn't going to be okay.
And with no warning, no last words anything, the loud echoing painfull sound of a gun going off filled the air. Echoing in her ears leaving a painfill sting behind, but what she saw and felt was worse.
A warm, sticky, red substance splattered all over her. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry and trash around and kill them, but she couldn't.
"You're next." Said a voice from behind her.
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Philophobia
Romance"I'm afraid, I can't lose you too." "You have to face your fears Raegan." In which she is afraid to love and he is not.
