GONE#101

The doorbell sounded as I was seated on the couch with father. I was with Faith in my arms and was also explaining to him what had happened to her. We also talked about what had happened when he wasn't around. I told him about the adventures I and Solomon had and the death that piled up each time we left.

We were wicked, deadly. Well, I was the one that did most of the killing. Solomon only took lives when it was necessary. Like if someone threatened two of us, attacked us, or tried to harm me. He had my back throughout the years until we had separated. I eventually went on killing because I had nobody to tame me. I didn't expect to see him the night after the day I had returned to Winekove.

The doorbell sounded again, and Father sighed, standing to his feet. I chuckled as he made his way to the door. On his way, I heard him curse mo