If Only...

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closet, praying help would come before he found us. Thunderous footsteps marched up the stairs towards us. My oth

r you are.” I shut my eyes tight, holding back the tears. “Maxi! Where you at, bud?” I held my son closer. Even though he rec

for the touch of a man again. If only I hadn’t felt so alone. If only I wasn't scared of falling in

, BOOM

tely, we became all too used to the sounds during the brief time he was here. Max held onto me tight, burying his face in my chest. What kind of mother

m to make the same journey he’d made before, and I saw him cry as he didn’t want to leave his mother. I wiped away his tears. “I promise everything will be okay, baby. Go get help.” Taking on

y body as the adrenaline took over. Now that Max is safe, I have o

ster slurred his words, drunk as usual. “I love you, sw

here the stomping was coming from.

mine! After I'm done with you, your little fuck boy, Tyler, is nex

n the trigger, ready to shoot, tucking my body un

perfume clung to my sweat, yet I stay still, curled up as small as possible. Begging for help to arrive before it's too late. My li

rs. Holding my breath, I froze. The monster slammed the closet shut again

out of the pile of clothes. “Found you, princess.