Chapter 8

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The fucks took us for everythibg we had. Food. Ammo. Supplies. They only left us with Lucille. We were left yet again, on our own two feet. Alex was our leading ammunition supplier, and I don't think she would be coming back to us anytime soon. I walked to our balcony, where I found Connor. He was crying into his elbow, blood tricking down his face. I headed over to him and he yelled:
"Back the FUCK away, Clodagh. We are finished."
I headed back in, after Connor and lay on my bed, crying silently to myself. The pain was infinite and my tears marked my cold cheeks. I sat up, and looked around the room. I closed my eyes wanting everything to end, but when I opened them, there was somebody at the end of my bed.
"Dad?"
"Yes."

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