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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Shay was her best friend whom she wanted to save Because she saw a horrible purple bruise. Felt there was something wrong since she married Dave. Went to her friend’s family; thought it would be news. They told her worse stories. Her friend had been beaten up. Refused to press charges. Went back twice already. What about the child? She asked. What about the pup? Pup was long gone. Baby too young to beat -name of Freddy. Dave moved her far far away and isolated her on a farm with cow. She forbid them to speak of him and never brought the baby. They tried to get her to listen to reason, but she was brain washed now. When asked to bring the baby, she always looked down and said “maybe”. Bruises became broken bones, then a hammer to her head. He did not stop until she was now and forever after dead. The family petitioned the courts to let them see her baby Freddy. He was a little hellion; mean as hops, and fighting at the ready. He never knew his wonderful mom, the one she was before. He never realized she was against hating, killing and more. Raised by her parents from age two to five then given back to his Dad. Who got out of prison after three, that horrible control freak cad. We knew him as a sweet, touching, darling boy who had his mother’s eyes. In prison now, a psychopath, one who has murdered six women. No surprise to the cops who listened until he confessed with deep cries. He went to heaven yesterday, some hope he will be forgiven.
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