Abby's POV

I was sitting on the bed, staring at the door with Shany and Shelly at my sides holding them as they cried. "Abby, is Putzie's gonna be ok?" Shany asked me.

I looked down at him.

"Don't worry sweetie, he's gonna be alright." I told him.

"But you're scared." He said.

I nodded my head.

"Yes, but I'm trying to be brave." I told him.

"You're brave just like our mommy." He smiled up at me.

I gave him a sad-smile.

"I bet she was." I said.

"She'd love you too, just like me and Shelly." He added.

I smiled.

"Well I'd love her too." I told him. "She's sounds like a very sweet lady."

"She is!" He beamed.

I chuckled at him.

"GAHHHH!" We heard Putzie screamed. "YA FREAKIN' CREEP!"

I held the kids tighter.

"I really hope Uncle Devon wouldn't kill Putzie." Shane cried.

I felt my heart broke, the kid shouldn't be saying that word! He's only 7!

"It's gonna be ok kiddos." I assured them, fearing for Putzie's safety.