At the moment this is just for your eyes only… RACK J
Ronnie Mitchell. Thirty five. Two dead children. A broken heart and a strained and fractured relationship with my sister, all thanks to my father, who’s now dead. Some people may say I have the motive for murdering him but I walked in to find him laying on the floor, stone cold, in a pool of his own blood. I’d walked from the hospital, where I had been for the past two days, because my father pushed me against the bar, close to where he was lying, dead, and killed my child, for the second time, he killed my Amy and he killed my little...
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