My Son's Death, His Cruel Betrayal

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ey beat me with sticks and stones, their faces twisted with grief and manufactured rage.

skin, staining the pristine white of my simple dress. They were

sudden

e a thundercloud. "Stop!" he roared, his voice cutti

der their breath. He knelt beside me, his hand reaching out, th

ice softer now, almost a whisp

He got a first-aid kit, his hands surprisingly gentle as he cleaned my cuts a

, Jonathan?" I asked, my voice raw, barely a whisp

mumbled, his voice strained. "Hailey... she's fragile. She was there when it happened.

the blame for this, Krystal? Just for a little while? It would save her

e indignant outburst that would usually follow such a re

void of any feeling. "Blame me. Blame who

terrifying than any rage. He began to ramble, a frantic monologue about his relationshi

voice still utterly devoid of em

you demanded an explanation. You fought for it. But I di

ghost of a smile touching my lips. "You can tell her

e was about to speak, when the door burst open. Th

Daniel and Ms. Hailey! They're fight

he brunt of his mother's cruelty. Daniel, who had also lost his own parents tragi

er to panic in an instant. "Fight

ilent room. I just stared at the closed door, a bitter laugh bubbling up in my c

n cries echoed from downs

t me like I'm nothing? Why do you always protect her, when she's the one who hurt you the most? Krystal... Krystal knows.