I never meant to hurt her; it was an accident I swear. You have to understand I'd never do anything to hurt her. Well ... Not Intentionally. I love her.. I LOVE HER !
she just... It all happened so fast, and she was just screaming and screaming; I told her to "Shut up!" but she wouldn't. I hit her, not hard but hard enough to make the screaming stop... for a minute. it wasn't my fault. IT WASN'T MY FAULT !
The putrid smell of urine filled the small dingy room, the small lump in the corner began to move; dragging it's self slowly toward the slightly a jarred door. A dark figure appeared in the doorway. "It's okay Diane; your going to be okay" the figure said his voice was soft, comforting the small child "I'll look after you: didn't I tell you I'll always look after you"
He bent down to stroke the child's small, innocent face. she tried to move her hands in front of her face, forgetting momentarily about the fluffy pink handcuffs chaining the right arm to the bed, pain seared through her body. she tried to cry out, to wriggle out from the hateful handcuffs that had been used to hold her mother down just 24 hours before the hellish fate that now awaited her. Somewhere over yonder a young boy pleaded with his mother over the birds and the bees, oblivious to what his best friend was experiencing. It had been just over two weeks since Diane went away with her father on holiday, however it was not unlike them to be gone 4 weeks over due. the letters and post built a mountain under the Cunningham's letterbox; Bills, postcards from Granddad (on her mothers side of course) all that would go 's parents were killed in a fire, the police said there was nothing deliberate about it but Michael Cunningham knew better.
