(Tfrs writing prompt #47)

"Is that blood on your shirt?!"

" No? "

"That isn't a question you should answer with another question?!"

The man chuckled

"I mean I ate some fries with ketchup! I can't tell the difference!"

She sat in her room scared and afraid. The man sitting at her door. He stepped closer. He sat just in front of her.

"It's all good. It might be blood but trust me ...I won't hurt you"

He grabbed her hand with his large bloody one. Lifted her into his arms. And carried her out of the house. He didn't know where they would go but what he did know was this......

No one would ever hurt his sister again.












Especially not his father....















Never again.... He made sure of that

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