“ Dad died many years ago. Mom. You had a lot of time to make amends but instead you drifted away like I’ve always remembered. So do not use that as an excuse.“ To come back, Jaxson, I tried to be close to you, but you already hated me; you were so far away. There was no mother-son connection anymore. You are no longer the son I used to know that your father had brainwashed you into thinking that I was the bad person when, in the real sense, he was the monster. “ Why didn’t you say anything, Mum? Why didn’t you tell me my father was abusing you?“ You never gave me a chance; your father brainwashed you into believing that I was a careless mother. Nothing I said would’ve made sense to you. Tears were rolling down Jaxson‘s face, and I wasn’t happy with that. I hated to see him that way. “ I’ve always thought you never loved me. I thought you hated me and I’ve carried that pain all through my entire life. I hated you for no reason; I didn’t know you were going through so much. “
I slowly collapsed to the ground. I didn’t know what it felt like to be shot; I couldn’t explain how I felt at the moment. I was in pain, but I couldn’t say a word. It seemed like I was unconscious, and I was losing blood rapidly. Jaxson held me mid-air so I wouldn’t drop to the ground. He tried to chase the criminals, but they drove off. He didn't get to see a face but the camera out of the pharmacy picked up their faces. Jaxson wanted to pursue them, but he couldn’t leave me there. He panicked and he didn't know what to do. He pulled out his phone and called 911. The condoms Jaxson bought fell to the ground, and it wasn’t important at that moment. He rushed back to me and lifted my head up.“Jane, please talk to me; please say something. I was not responsive; I was far gone. I didn't know where I was but it felt like I was sleeping. I was unconscious and I was losing blood. The ambulance came accompanied by the police van; they placed me in the ambulance immediately and started
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