[b]Katie - Baton Rouge/Apartment - Tyler, Scarlett[/b]

Katie stepped away, shaking her head. "No. You're not bad. You're my daddy."
She didn't understand why her daddy was saying these things. He had been bad? She refused to believe it. He had cared for her and kept her safe and he had come for her when they were seperated. To her he would always be her daddy and she would always love him no matter what he did. She hugged him tight. "Stop saying that," she ordered him. "Stop saying you're bad. You're not. You're my daddy. I love you. I'll love you for forever."

Then he said something about her... using a gun...
Katie's eyes widened. She backed away a little, looking up at him with horror in her eyes.
Lauren... turning to her... just before her face was blown off...

The horrific images played over and over in her mind like a tape on a loop.
Lauren's face gone... blown off... blood everywhere... pain in her arm... she had been shot... a gun had hurt her...

"B-but..." she stammered. "Guns are bad," she said in a quiet voice that seemed beyond her years. "They hurt people. A gun hurt me," she said, touching her arm where the bullet had gone through. "A gun... made Lauren's face come off..."