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and may trigger memeories. ![]() or anyone else of their nightly raids, my stepbrother and his friend would tell me they were coming in the night to cut off my head if I ever told. They took my dolls and decapitated them to show me they meant it. He locked me in the closet in the dark, or when I was walking down the hall he would jump out at me and yell (I became very jumpy) I do not remember all of how they scared me into silence but the final scare was to kill my favorite bird. Actually it was the family’s bird but I took a particular interest in the parakeet. He was very trained and since I was always sick with asthma or the flu, he would keep me company. He would cuddle under my chin or peck me kisses. When I walked around the house, and little yellow bird would ride on my shoulder. I was extremely fond of him. My eldest stepbrother unbent a wire coat hanger and scewed the bird through the chest. He even had the nerve to pick it up and bring it into the kitchen to show all. Blood dripping on the floor, he looked into my eyes and said," see what I did?" I stared at my little friend and stopped remembering even more. Repercussions ![]()
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