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"Moonna be like Dad?" I ask as alk downstairs to the guest rooh a hard ti and all, he is just confused… No, baby… No" I already knew the answer,"she lies to keep ht

"I love you, baby boy, and get soainst my little nine-year-old head I push away from her and lift her hair away froet bigger I will protect you… I swear" An oath I was not able to keep She smiles and a tear streaks down the puffy brand of her cheeksI could see

It seemed like hours later I oken by a scream

"Momma!"

My feet hit the cold linoleum and I am carried out of the room and into the den where Mom stands face to face with Dean

"Sweetie don’t do this, don’t let the darkness take over, it will use you, kill you, please sweetie, drop the knife, let us talk about this" She whirey with hate