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Who is Philomena?

Every ounce in me wants to make him bleed for forcing himself on my baby and for binding her like a slave and punishing her in such a manner. Carefully, I pulled away, went back down, grabbed the empty bottle of wine and headed back up.

My heart was pounding like a bass drum, nerves stretched to the breaking point. My blood froze. Fingers shaking and a bale in my throat; I turned the handle and jerked the door open, went straight to them on the bed. Before Uncle Philip could react, from behind I smashed the empty bottle against the back of his skull. He stared up at me with surprise in his eyes and mind swirling; he brought his right hand to his head. In seconds, his hand was covered in blood.

"What have you…" he muttered in a trembling voice and fell like a puppet suddenly released of its strings. I watched, devoid of emotions as moments after he became motionless, barely breathing at all.

"Jesus! Please don't hurt me!" she cried with h
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