Only if it s him

Warning:

This story contains graphic/sensitive themes, including:

 sexual elements, mentions of death/loss, stalking, and domestic violence/abuse.

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    The lights dimmed. I held on tight to my little Max, holding his mouth closed, peeking out of the crack in the closet, praying help would come before he found us. Thunderous footsteps marched up the stairs towards us. My other hand tightly clutched onto my pistol. I prayed I didn’t have to pull the trigger, but I had to protect my son.  

   My body froze, and I felt my gut churning and chest burning. “Ember.” His venomous voice spat. “Come out, come out wherever you are.” I shut my eyes tight, holding back the tears. “Maxi! Where you at, bud?” I held my son closer. Even though he recognized the voice, he remembered the pain the monster put us through. No child should ever have to see what that monster did.