Triniti

“Dominic..” I sobbed as soon as I saw Dominic laid out on the bed.

I had never cried for a guy before, but when I saw the way he looked, I could not help it. It felt like I lost him, even though his father was told to get him up. I sat on the bed, wiping the tears from my eyes. He looked awful and he smelled like a corpse at the moment. I was not tripping about that at all, I was hurt that he was killed this way. He had a deep gash in his stomach. His head was turned awkward like his neck was snapped. I held the kids close to me, trying to comfort them and to make myself feel better. That was too much for me to witness.