THE SPLIT
She watched the man talk to Mommy. She didn’t like him, not at all, but didn’t know why. He just looked mean. When he kissed Mommy’s hand, she felt sick. Only Daddy was supposed to do that stuff.
John-Erich tugged on her shirt. “What are they sayin?”
“Stuff ‘bout money. I dunno what…hide!”
They both dove behind the white couch Mommy would never let them play on. Mommy would never let them in the room at all; it was her “big person place”, she called it.
She knew better. Mommy went in there to drink smelly stuff and because she hated her and her brother.
“Ssshhhh.” she warned her twin. He covered his mouth with his hands and huddled in the corner.
They listened to more talk, but then they heard Daddy’s voice. She was excited he was home early, but he was yelling and mad and that was never fun. He told that creepy man not to take his kids—
“Take us? Who’s taking us?” John-Erich asked fearfully.
“Ssshh!”
Then something big went BOOM and Daddy was bleeding and the bad man said something about mommies being something and then Mommy was bleeding too and then she couldn’t feel their thoughts no more and who were these men trying to take her and her brother and why did they do no no no no no no NO
Glass shattered. Men gurgled death screams and one had glass in his eye. Mommy was going to be mad because she really loved that ugly window
<IT’S OKAY, BABY GIRL. I’LL PROTECT YOU.>
“Who are—“
And the man had her and something hurt and
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