January 2010
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Stepfather
“Look Mr. Reeves, I want you to think back carefully and tell the court what happened on April 5th!” …his voice echoed off deaf ears. I was unresponsive. Silent. Still. My mind was reeling from the event. My eyes were transfixed to the broken wooden floor. I wasn’t even supposed to be here. Things like this only happen to bad little boys. I was a good boy!
“Well?!…”
A sudden blast...