My Butterfly: You Cannot Fly From Me

ase, I am sorr

as Tony woke me up

I screamed in his face. “Not until you calm down. You were having a nightmare.” He said a

d then. Probably why I could not hold a

t look soft that makes you want to taste them. “Thank you but you do not understand. We got out of there as soon as Marc turned 18 to escape when my father had his heart attack that killed him. My brother

back, “My brother kept his cool to get us out and did n

did kill your father. He poisoned him. He told me. Your fa

m. He died of natural causes.” He pulled me into his arms. “Butterfly, I am sorry. Your father was your brother’s first kill and once

kle on my chin pulling my face up towards his face “I am sorry butterfly.

lightly kiss my forehead and I laid back into the bed. He laid back o