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My Angel
She was my wife; she was my life other then my kids. I never thought I could kill her, I didn't want to.
But what choice did I have? Break my promise or live with the fact that my wife was a murder, or would be come one. But when I position my gun right at her heart, I looked into her eyes and my wife was there still, almost gone but her soul still could see me. This was way she hadn't started to attack yet, the craft wasn't in full control yet!
I almost made me drop my gun, but I heard her voice in my head, it was telling me to kill her, and stop any deaths she may cause from happening.
I leveled my gun, her eyes where slowing turning into a deep blood red. But with her last breathe of her soul she told to kill her and that she loved me, right in front of all are kids.
I cocked the gun back ready to fire, even as my youngest screamed at the top of her lungs at me to stop. I still was ready to shoot.
She screamed at me, telling me she hated me. I felt me heart breaking more and more as I inclined the lever on the gun.
My little Anna, my beautiful Daughter, my angel. I never thought of children until I heard Robin tell me she was with child. I didn't know if I was happy or angry.
But I did what I should have, we stopped running and we built a house, were all but Monica was born.
She was born in a New York Hospital, we lived there until she was about a year, then we moved to Colorado.
When Monica was young and well still lived in New York, Robin had to go out and get food, but she had been recovering from the flu and she was still extremely tried. Monica was always very adventures. When Robin had sat down to rest, Monica ran off to seek things she had never seen. Robin had looked up to see her gone, that was the first time I felt the fatherhood on my shoulders.
We found her two hours later when I offices found her close to Central Park, I hugged her so hard that day, I was so scared of her doing it again that I had got her a leash. Robin didn't agree but she still used it until Monica was four. She is twenty-five now and has her own son, they father is rarely in the picture but she is doing well for a single mother, job in the publishing.
Are next child was Alex, Monica was two when we had him. He is twenty-three now, he has a love for cars, even has his own shop. He was a spirited kid, and never allowed anyone to get the upper hand on him. He was always the one that I took to the firing rage.
Amos was the one that always listened to Robin stories about the saints and the church. He was interested in god, I was never one for religion until Robin, Amos followed his mother, and he said he would never become a priest or anything but he would be a great deal more holy then normal men.
Anna, My angel the one that really was my god send. I love all my children but Anna was daddy little girl. I loved to rock her to sleep or just hold her. She was also the smallest and sickest child we had, Anna at birth was premature. Two months premature, she had to be in hospital for those two months that she should have been in the womb.
The doctors told use that she had a small percent of living, but she lived and become are miracle child. Monica, Alex, and Amos all looked after her, they understood Anna.
To have the child that you almost watch die tell you that she hates you, almost killed me. But what kill me the most was to have her brother hold her down so she wouldn't take a bullet that was not meant for her, but her mother.
I the sound of the gun sound though out the house that all my children grew up in, the sound of mine wife's body hitting the ground almost made me sick.
I fell next to my fallen wife, my fallen angel. I cried, whispering loving words into her ear, I heard Anna run up the stairs, Monica after her.
I didn't see Anan the next morning, she was gone.
We buried Robin in a local cemetery I would have buried her next to her mother but she told me she want to be near her children.
It was a year before I heard of Anna; she had a pair of twins. Robin and Amos, she was now twenty-eight and her kids were nine.
I was only able to see them from photographs that Monica, Alex and Amos gave to me. Monica's son was ten she named after me. Alex was married and made three, one girl named Jack, his two boys were twins, Mark and Ethan and they were both two. Amos had two girls, Marie who is five and Kathy who is six.
Ten years, I getting old and I could fell my guilty killing me.
I heard that Anna moved closer to Grimeplace manor, first to be near her sister and brothers, but I found that she forgave me.
I was still doing what I would have done twenty-years ago when I was still young. I keep in shape, natural habit maybe.
But my hair is graying, I looked at my granddaughter for the first time, and she wasn't' a photo. She held her hand out to me, I had grown soft in my age, and I pick up the child and hugged her. I could see the surprise of my daughter face.
My grandson soon came up to me, I hugged them both. I smiled at both of them and they ran along to play with their cousin as I went to my Anna. She was crying, she raised a hand to wipe the tears my I stopped her.
"Daddy."
I hugged my daughter, she hugged back, and my life went on for another ten years. I watched Robin and Amos grow. As well as my daughter, I met her husband who took care of her when the twin's father left.
He was a good man, so when I fell asleep one night and I never awoke I knew all my children and grandchild were in good hands, of my child and the fathers and wives they picked.
I went back to my wife, and I love that smile on her face.
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