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Watching My Family Burn

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 891    |    Released on: 04/06/2025

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ched my face.

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lay down beside me, curling

rying to

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just deeply asl

me, his voice

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got out of the car, a pr

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nd down, his eyes

. Sa

him, wanting to

ssed through him,

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ant to help h

atan

ing, "you have to do something for me. To

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d at him, his

don't kn

urred. "Sing something. Anythi

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llowed

rembling, as he began

winkle, lit

ed, a harsh,

dance, boy! E

eyes, tried to move, a clu

d to perform

ng for a minute,

ike your father's

p, looming

ather is a no-good, cheating louse. Tell me

eyes f

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ittle

he front of his shi

lth! A leech! And y

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a sharp sound o

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ked him in

ith lies about me, did

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“I woke up floating. Not in a dream, but tethered to a nightmare. My body lay cold on the bed, while my son, Leo, whispered, "Papa won't wake up." My wife, Eleanor, stood by the door, her face a mask of ice. I was a ghost, able to watch, but powerless to intervene. Then Julian Croft appeared, oozing charm and false sympathy. The man who'd received my liver, the root of my demise. Eleanor dismissed Leo's desperate pleas, accusing *me* of manipulation, of using our son. She chose Julian, leaving Leo behind, a small, trembling figure in our empty home. What followed was agony. I watched my seven-year-old journey miles to her office, only to be publicly humiliated, framed by Julian, and then viciously beaten. Eleanor, blind to the truth, abandoned him again, leaving him bruised and alone in a dark alley. My spirit seethed, consumed by a cold, useless rage. How could she believe such lies? How could she discard her own child so easily? The injustice was unbearable. I was murdered, my son brutalized, and the woman I loved stood by my killer. I longed to warn her, to protect Leo, but I was just air. A silent scream. Then Julian delivered the final blow: my little boy was tossed into the freezing Hudson River. But as Leo's small form sank into the darkness, a desperate hope ignited. A stranger, an angel, pulled him from the depths. My death was real, my son's suffering unbearable. And now, the true battle for justice, and for Leo's future, was about to begin.”
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