At least there was one thing to thank God for.
We made it out of the pit of hell with none of Satan's angles seeing us.
As we walked Garyio was covers with Father Jackson's blood.
He took off his shirt and he had a deep wound in his side he was losing lots of blood.
Ian and I tried to tell him that he needed help but he told us to stop worrying about him the further we got from the home would be the best thing for us.
Every step he took he lost more and more blood and looked to be weaker than he was before.
I can't imagine what must be going through his mind I couldn't help it but feel guilty.
Thanks for reading and feel free to leave a comment. I can't help it but feel it for the characters in my story but its from no where to no here right:)
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Behind Closed Doors
Short StoryNatasha Russell went through so much it was unbelievable that the priest tried to rape her on two occasions and everybody turned a blind eye in the state home except her two friends Garyio and Ian
