Newlon opened the door shutting it behind him. His eyes looking around," Anna?" He called his daughter's name until hearing a muffled voice. Being able to tell it was the tv, making his way into the living room seeing Annabelle sitting on the couch her looking over at him. His demeanor seemed different. They both saw the events play out before anyone realized. He felt small amount of relief seeing her, but it didn't cover up the grief he was feeling. Walking over to the couch he stood in front of her," Get up," he said, her picking her body up slowly as he laid down looking up at her," come here," he said gesturing his hand quickly. Same pace, she laid down infront of him feeling his touch shortly after. Newlon laid down behind her, his arms tightly wrapped around her pulling her body against his chest. His eyes darkened, replaying the event he saw play out in his head. Rewinding his thoughts over and over again unable to stop it. Annabelle stayed quiet keeping her mouth shut. The first time her father wanted to be near her. She saw the news unravel with pictures and a released video capturing everything from that night, seeing it all at this point. The tv only replaying those moments at the store. Newlon leaned over picking up the remote turning the tv off. Unable to bare it anymore, his eyes slowly drifting down onto her. Keeping his arm wrapped around her unlacing the other bringing his hand to her head brushing some strands of hair from her face. His thoughts lingering on the situation," you should know .. me and Amanda were talking .. she was going to have your brother or sister later next year. But she's gone now," he said looking for a change in her expression," you're not going to leave me too, are you?" He asked. Annabelle kept her mouth shut keeping her eyes off of him. Sudden anger hit him, he grabbed her throat tightly cupping his hand around her instantly making her loose air," fucking answer me!" He gritted his teeth his voice revealing the frustration he had," Are you going to leave me?" He asked feeling her start to slightly fight back pulling her head back into his chest. His lips brushed against her ear," are you my little girl or a fucking bitch?" He asked. He looked at her unwrapping hips hand slowly from her neck. She gasped, leaning over the edge of the couch. Coughing, she felt the air come back into her lungs. Something shifted. In both of them, from that day on they wouldn't be the same. Leading into the next year, towards Thanksgiving. With other people already hesitate about the reopening. The events started happening, a person masked as John Carver. People started to question who was behind it.
