Come in." The kid turned and walked toward the house. "I'll help you if I can." He paused, his brown eyes turned toward Stacy who now stood open-mouthed. "But you'll have to do something for me in return."	I frowned. "Like what?"	"Hide me from my mother," he said. His eyes were shiny with fresh tears.	I snorted. "Do you mean your mother, the beauty queen?"	"No," he said softly. His face suddenly seemed older. "I mean my mother, the monster.
K.D. Wood, Unwilling
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