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.
