FLASHBACK: The young Kyla stood behind the slightly opened door, that had a small creak. Where she witnessed her own mother's death. She layed there.... Lifeless. The woman that gave her life. Lifeless. This was not an everyday thing . This was not normal. The beatings and continuous screaming exchanged from her parents had continued on for a few months. This was normal for 'her'. It was something she had grew accustom to. There stood before her was her own father holding the ironing board that was used to end his own wife's life. Who she thought was once her hero, didn't turn out the way she expected him to be...All Rights Reserved
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