Six Sentence Sunday, Jan 15 (Not My Apocalypse)

I’m fucking terrified of my father, but that doesn’t mean I listen to him. I still run away. I’ve done it so many times I’ve lost count. Satan brings me back every time, though I’ve found ways to keep away for longer. Like cemeteries. If I hide in a cemetery it’s much harder for him to find me since it’s a place that stands between worlds.

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