• What ever could make a loving girl cry. Cry till not a drop is left and she's sound asleep. "Sleep, my dear. I'm yours. No evil will hurt you. If it does, I'll take the blame for this happened to you." the voice of her dead mother whispered. Lucky for her dad, her mother did not see what he did. But as the bruises start to appear many will see them tomorrow at school. And sadly not a soul will know what happened and will not bring it up till the day shes dead. How can you ignore a child who has bruises on her arms, legs, and even face. All from the kicking, punching and slapping. But there is that one chance he'll never live to touch her again.