I'm Banking on Baby Jesus......

It hurt me.

The day I came home from work and I see the faces of my sister and her boyfriend looking at me like I was a broken doll. A silly little broken doll.

What? I ask.

Well, I'm just going to tell you because its eating me up inside.

Ok. I say.

And she spills the contents of her brain or the contents of her heart, I'm not quite sure where the source was actually coming from because it does make a difference, but I'm not sure.

I don't believe it. I believe it. I'm blind-sided yet, I saw it coming at me with bright headlights.

I don't know what to think, so I confront him. I ask all the questions that were in my head. Yet there were no answers to fill up that space.

Empty. I was all out of ammo. And my gun was broken in the first place.

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