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w several times and still manage to hurt my arm each time," Joe said". "Sara giggles" So....what is it my angel what is it you want to talk about? "Knock knock!" "Open up, darling. We
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rage, and she knew they were in trouble. "Daddy, please..." Sara begged, her voice trembling. She threw off the covers and scrambled out of bed, standing between her father and Joe. Her father's eyes were blazing with fury, and Sara knew she had to protect Joe. She grabbed her father's arm, trying to calm him down. "Daddy, please listen to me. Don't do anything rash. Joe didn't do anything wrong, I swear." But her father shook her off, his eyes fixed on Joe. "Get out," he growled. "Get out of my house, and never come back." Sara knew she had to think fast. She grabbed Joe's arm, pulling him out of bed. "We'll leave, Daddy. We'll leave right now." But her father blocked their way, his fists clenched. "You're not going anywhere with him," he spat. "You're going to stay right here, and we're going to talk about this." Sara knew she had to protect Joe. She stood her ground, her eyes locked on her father's. "Daddy, please. Don't hurt him. I love him." Her father's face contorted in rage, and Sara knew she was running out of time. She had to think of something, and fast, or risk losing Joe forever. Sara's voice echoed through the hallway, "Mom! Mom, come quickly!" Her mother rushed into the room, a look of concern etched on her face. But as soon as she realized what was happening, her expression changed to one of shock and horror.
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