shatter
The next morning Amy wakes me up around 9"WAKE UP!!!!!!!" she yells
"what!" i say tiredly sitting up
"you slept in too late it's time to play" she says
"is my dad doing ok" i ask
"um.....he is........................fine"
"your lying" i say "tell the truth" i grab her arm so she can't run "please tell me"
"he died this morning" she says looking down. i try to fight tears but it doesn't work. She hugs me as i cry, and cry, and cry. i don't know why i'm crying, i was basically his slave i was scared of him, but he did love me.
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