Children don’t tell 

Towering over , spittle flying , huge hands wrapped, tight around sylph-like bony shoulders . Panic blooms inside skinny ribs.

” You tell someone again and I’ll end you”

Can’t.breathe.Cant.Breathe.Cant.Breathe.

 “I won’t , promise “


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