To summarize the things experienced is an impossibility I can only aim for but I will give it my best for the rest of my life which I hope is a long time.
I smell of urine. It isn’t mine. I already washed twice. The bedding in the bags was soaked. I barely opened one out of suspect. This is an increasingly alarming scenario.
I noticed the bags first in the makeshift pen a few days ago. The first were clothes. I assume Kyle’s. Today there was one pink Hanna’s Las Vegas shirt at the end. Today, when I came to clean up more, it was the beheaded and bent over “Barbie” I noticed as the first article as I cleared away the garbage. I left. I debated reporting it. They’ve stopped showing up when I call in. I imagine there’s plenty of DNA evidence for what… this kid?
Over the years I wondered what happened when Kyle was gone. I had my suspicions but no never evidence. Not until I provided him a home, children, cars, money and prosperity… then the unthinkable started to happen. At first it was just domestic violence. Then it was drugs. Sprinkle in things missing and strippers. Only after I left did I learn about casinos.
Truly tho it was leaving the home. At first it was just the only option but slowly, with each arrest and exposure, a very clear picture came into focus. This is my fourth time now, here, in my family’s last home.
Such desecration. At least it’s not me and my children in whatever this image is of what happened now.
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