The Broken One.

The Broken One.

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Flashback: " Honey go hide in the bathroom, quickly! ", my dad said worried. I jumped into the bathroom hearing a click, which must have been a lock, I turned to find a gun on the counter, I gasped. Myself, a small 6 year old never to have seen this coming. I grabbed the gun, in case and climbed into the laundry basket covering myself over with dirty clothes, I plugged my nose. I heard my dad talking," I can't let you have her, she's all I have left, take me. She has nothing to do with this.", I shuddered as I heard his words, was he talking about me, he must be. A few minutes past hearing nothing but a few murmured words.
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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

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