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Chapter 12 - Kiema
I woke up on the couch again. Damn man moved me around like I was a mannequin. Dusk had fallen, the looming shapes of the trees just on the border of the yard stiff fingers spearing into the sky. When I was a kid, I'd been afraid of them. I thought something was trying to rise up from under the ground to come capture me. As an adult, I wished a mythical beast would come capture me, spiriting me away from the hell of my life. Those monsters had to have been better than the ones I called Mother and Father. "s**t!" Ransom said from somewhere behind me. I pushed myself up on one arm, looked over the back of the couch. "What are you doing?" "You're awake!" "No, I'm not. You're hallucinating." I laid back down. "Wait, wait, wait. Are you feeling better? Does the house still stink li
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