Klempner – The Present
Mine…
My daughter…
Mitch’s daughter…
Alexanders’ words haunt me…
You locked her in the dark with the corpses of the murdered...
I try to escape into sleep…
… The stinking breath
The blood-shot eyes, wild with rage
The fist…
Da... No...
And a scream of anger. ‘Leave him alone you bastard! Don't you touch him! Don’t you dare touch him…’
The smack of knuckles into flesh and another scream, now of pain…
‘Mommy! Don't hurt Mommy!’
The figure so tall…
The screams of pain becoming shrieks…
The smack of knuckles into flesh…
The little figure grabs for something… Anything…
… He swings the big metal stick with all his might, aiming for the ankles… ‘Stop hurting Mommy!’
A scream of rage and pain. ‘You little bastard!’
‘Run, Lamb, Hide!’
He bolts, dashing
