Doing my best to get my bearings, I pushed off the door and turned to face my assaulter.Дrake smirked back at me in satisfaction. I staggered to the side, then fell against the door as white flashes exploded through my head and my vision blurred. When I reached out to take the handle, something hard struck me on the back of the head.

The back door of the building looked as rundown as it always did as I approached it. The only illumination was a distant streetlight that was swallowed up by the taller building on each side of MasonвЂ™s place. Walking up the dark alley, I tucked my phone in my bag and pulled the strap securely over my head to place it on my shoulder. It was time to become fierce and untouchable, and it was time to win. No longer could I think of dolls and my sweet five-year-old niece or how cute Matty was when he was pretending to be a superhero. Pushing open the door to my old, beat-up Impala, I put on my game face. I grabbed the handle on the Wal-Mart bag and replaced it on the center of the seat, smiling like a fool as I allowed myself to imagine her squeals of joy tomorrow when she opened her new doll.Д«ut my phone ringing in the darkened car brought me back to reality and the fact that I had a fight to attend. That was actually how I felt about the both of them they had shed enough tears in their short lives.

All she had to do was shed a few tears and I was instantly doing whatever it took to bring back her toothless smile. Zoey knew she had me wrapped around her little finger. Matthew had ruined more than one of her dolls that boy had a destructive side. I had left early, after getting everyone to bed, so IвЂ™d have enough time to grab her a replacement. After pulling into the parking lot at MasonвЂ™s, the bar I fought at often, I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat, causing the shopping bag holding ZoeyвЂ™s brand-new doll to fall to the floorboard.

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