I hate leaving my daughter behind when I go out, but I'm worried that once she sees what I actually do to people, it will scar her for life. Sometimes in my head I regret the way I kill people, but the whole point is to teach them a lesson.

I'm going to sneak in the back of a truck going to the same place my dad is. I know he tells me not to, but I have to see it. There's a truck leaving in 5 that ,y Uncle Dwight is driving, so I'm just going to catch a ride on that one. I go into ,y room and throw on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, my black combat boots, a long sleeve sweater that's black, and my black toque. I'm trying to dress dark so I won't be as noticeable. I also grab my pocket knife, just encase.The truck engine just turned on and I basically have to run in the back now, or I'm not getting a ride. I sprint and hop in the back. Thankfully no one sees me. I duck behind a couple boxes and just wait until the truck stops.The truck comes to a stop. I look out the window to see that we're in a small clearing in the woods. My dad is standing in front of a group with 11 people, 7 guys, 4 girls. As soon as I start looking at everyone, I can't take my eyes off of a boy who looks about my age. My blood boils inside of me at the thought of my dad killing a kid. I can't tall what my dad is saying, nut I see him going around, pointing the bat in peoples face. After he goes around a couple times, he lands on a man with red hair and a red mustache. 2 girls start crying as my dad stands back, then swings his bat. Just like that, he was down on the ground before my dead crushed his scull, leaving it crushed and bloody. All of a sudden, I hear the van door open so I duck under a blanket. It was Uncle Dwight. He took about 5 minutes before he shut the door then went back out. When I look back out, I see my dad now beating in another guy's head. I start tearing up, thinking of how bad it must be for his group members, to watch him suffer like that. I'm completely shocked by the time my dad's done. I understand why he didn't want me to go, because it wasn't for me to see. Although now that I've seen him do that, I'm not sure I feel so safe about living under the same roof.

The group is still here because my dad took the leader for a 'drive', whatever that means. I don't feel the greatest considering I've been sitting in the back of a truck for about 8 hours. The RV my dad took the leader in just got back and all of a sudden, my dad storms out while dragging the leader. I've tried to hear his name,but I can't exactly tell. After a couple minute lecture, my dad has our people point guns to the back of their heads while he drags the kid my age into the middle, down on the ground, beside the leader who looked like his dad. My dad drew a line on the kids lower arm, then wrapped a belt around his upper arm. My dad has no limits, first he murders 2 people, now he's going to cut off a kids arm. Wait a minute, my dad wasn't cutting off the kids arm, he was making the kids dad do it. That made me really mad. I couldn't watch so I looked away. After about 2 minutes, I looked back at the kid, but he was still laying there with his arm. My dad didn't make the kids dad do it. He stopped him and then started packing up to leave. I saw a man take a pictures of the crushed and bloody sculls which made me sick. All of a sudden, I heard 2 people get into the truck I'm in so I duck under the blankets. It was Uncle Dwight and dad. After a minute or 2, the truck starts moving and we head back to the Sanctuary.

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