Dear Angel,
The baby came home today. I was going to put her in the crib - I promise I was! But I just wanted to hold her small body to me a few minutes longer. I didn't hear my husband call my name from downstairs, as he says he did. Next thing I knew she had been ripped from my arms and I was on the floor crying as I held my stomach in pain. "Next time answer me bitch!" He had towered over me, his demeanor threatening another strike. I was so scared for my child that as soon as he left I had ran over to her crib peeking inside fearfully. She is sleeping peaceful now, with a darkening purple mark on her arm.
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Dear Angel
Short StoryThe third book to the 'Dear Bully' series. WARNING! SUICIDAL REFRENCES! ABUSE REFRENCES! DEATH! READ AT OWN RISK!
