One day, one night, was all it took to scar me for vengeance. I was at the age of 3 when it all became clear. I was walking along the streets with both of my parents and my little sister one day on a peaceful street. Life was okay. Nothing bad had e...
My father grabbed both me and the little boy hiding us from what was about to happen. The little boys father was shot from behind. My father handed the phone to the little boy.
"Dial 911 and do not leave this closet do you understand? Here wear this necklace. It'll keep you safe" he said closing the door behind him.
HIS NECKLACE
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MY NECKLACE
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I looked at the necklace and realized both the little boys and mines matched but that didn't stop me from crying.
Tears were coming out of my eyes as the boy sat closer to me.
"Its okay they'll be okay" he said hugging me.
I managed to stop crying as I held his hand. Gun shots were being heard from outside. I always squeezed his hand as I got scared.
He was being the stronger man. He dialed 911 right after my father left. They were on the way. We could hear fights and things breaking as I grew curious.
We both slowly opened the door as a man swung open the door.
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"Ya who are you two?!" he shouted as he had a heated metal rod in his hand.
When I looked over to the living room, there on the floor was my mom, dad, sister, and both his parents laying face down dead.
He wacked us both with the burning metal rod leaving a matching scar on both of our backs. The police came in time as they ran in with the SWAT.
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They saved us both as we both cried together. Both of our hands still held each other until we got into the ambulance together.
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His aunt came to the hospital and pulled him away from me.
"Are you okay?" she cried as I looked up at him.
He didn't look like he wanted to leave me but the police pulled me away. After that we had never seen each other since then. I was placed for adoption tooken by a nice couple who had no child at the moment.
They held me tight when they first saw me and drove me to the house.
