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A man came with an envelope for Daddy. He read it and started to cry. "Daddy, are you ok." He yelled at me and slapped me. He continued to hit me. "Daddy, stop it. You're hurting her." He backhands Angel then continues to hitting me. My tail hit him in his chest. His back hit the wall and fell on his butt. I climbed onto his chest, without touching skin. Daddy's head snapped up and met my eyes. I saw what was in the envelope. Mommy was K.I.A. I made an attempt to hug Daddy, but he shoved me off of him and went to the safe. He turned around after taking something out of it. What he took out was a pistol. He aimed it at me, then turned it at his head and pulled the trigger. Angel tried to heal him, while I called 911, but she was unable to. Our father, the one who raised us all on his own when Mommy was gone, died infront of our eyes. I dried all my tears and ended the call. I got as much money I could, from the numerous safes, piggy banks, wallets, cookie jars, and rainy day jar, along with Mommy and Daddy's dog tags and our heart necklaces. Mine was a devil, Angels' was an angel. We left as soon as we heard sirens (Cop sirens, not the mythical creature). As soon as we got out of Minnesota, we collapsed.

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