"you don't know

what you do

every time you walk into the room

i'm afraid to move."

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CHAPTER FOUR

"Hey, Brock!" six year old Forrest Masterson ran into Brock's room, with a bright smile on his face. "Mommy says that it's—hey, who's that?" Forrest pointed to the drawing on Brock's sketchpad on the floor and looked up at his brother.

A/N: THIS STORY HAS BEEN REMOVED DUE TO PLAGIARISM.