"I told you to shut the **** up!" Crack! Right across the forehead, leaving a small, but painful gash which bruised fairly quick. The little boy sits, shaking from terror and anger. The mother turns and starts talking as if nothing had been done. I turned and looked at the child, who had tears in his eyes and a look of hate, and listened when he said, "take me from my pain".

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