Her cheeks were on fire, her stomach was a black hole, she could no longer feel the kicks as they had dampened from repetition.
Heather and Frank have to tell their daughter Delilah something she isn’t going to like.
That’s why I did it, I wanted to feel like I was part of something, I wanted to be remembered. The push back of the shotgun felt exhilarating, like I was finally doing something that was affecting people, even if they fell to the floor afterwards.
I can barely see the side of her face but I see a black mascara line on her cheek, a remnant of the tear that was rolling down her face, not a minute ago.
“I’ll do anything, I will fight your fight, I will be your slave if that’s what you desire but just let me live” Tears began to roll down Lira’s cheeks, “Give me another day, please!”