"But why?" I scowled. "I can take care of myself"
"Listen, sweetheart, that killer is still lurking about. They're probably after me next. And if they, God forbid, do manage to get me, then I want آپ protected from the monster that killed your mother" my father held a stony expression.
"Don't talk like that, Daddy" I said, tears beginning to form in my eyes.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" a woman, who was probably the same age as what my mother would be, walked in.
A moody looking punk, the same age as me, trailed in behind her.
"Ma, why am I here?" he grumbled.
"You know why" she repeated...
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