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anymore.”
“I said get out!”
“The autopsy report showed bruising under her skin. She didn’t fall asleep; you held her down under the water and watched her die.”
Ben began to show fear.
“You’re a fool. You should’ve known I’d find out.”
“I didn’t—”
“You should’ve known I wouldn’t stay little forever. I grew up, got stronger…you really didn’t think about that, did you?”
“About what?”
The muscles in Drake’s face contracted as he said, “I’m going to kill you for what you did.”
Ben took a step back and defensively held out a hand in front of him. “You don’t know what you’re doing, Drake.”
“You knew what you were doing when you killed Mom,” Drake snarled, moving closer.
“I had no other choice! She was fine one day, and then the next she just…just changed. That wasn’t my fault though! I couldn’t stand hearing her talk about God and Jesus all the time. He wasn’t her husband; I was. But she wouldn’t listen. She never listened to me.”
“You were jealous over a Book she was reading? Is that it? Is that what you’re trying to tell me? I don’t know whether to believe this or call it insanity.”
“She wasn’t the woman I married. She stopped wanting to have fun after she got God.”
“No, it went deeper with you.”
“I had nothing to do with—”
“Then why not divorce her? Gah, you held her underwater? You sick—”
“It wasn’t supposed to go that far.”
“That’s why you sent me away to Grandpa’s that day. So you could perform your sick little murder while I was away without any problems. For twelve years, you thought you got away with it, but now you’re going to pay. And you’re going to feel every drop of pain like you made her feel.”
“Don’t try me, Drake!” Ben cautioned, stepping back toward the fireplace. “I’m warning you!”
Drake saw his dad craftily move his arm around his body. He immediately jumped back as soon as his dad brought down an iron poker on the spot where he was standing only a second before. Before his dad had a chance to raise the poker again and swing it at him, Drake made his move.
He swung his right fist around and let it sink deep into his dad’s cheekbone.
Ben stumbled and tried to maintain his balance. He swatted at the air as he fell.
Too late. Drake watched the back of his head land directly on the cold, hard stone of the fireplace hearth.
Thud.
Drake stood there guardedly, waiting for his dad to get up. “Stand up and fight! I’m not finished with you yet!”
Ben never moved. Drake wasn’t even sure if he saw him breathing.
Drake took a few steps back as soon as he saw the pool of blood begin to flow from the back of his dad’s head.
What have I done?
Chapter
5
F UGITIVE
Drake Pearson didn’t know what he was doing or where he was going, only that he had to get as far away as he could from his home. A murderer , he kept repeating to himself. I’m a murderer. That means prison, life, or worse…death row.
OK, back up, back up. It had started off all talk. Arguing. There were threats…he said he was going to kill him, but that was just an offshoot of his anger. From the beginning, he had never actually intended on killing his father.
A lot of good that does now. He had planned on a fight, though. A long, bloody fight, even if it meant just as many bruises on him as he gave his father. Anything to make his dad feel a percentage of the pain his mom must have endured as she gasped for air during the last moments of her life. He had had no idea what kind of shape his old man was in, but he certainly hadn’t planned on the fight being over in one blow.
Now there was a dead body. He had sentenced himself to this fate. The guilt had been shifted, and with the authorities after him, who knew if he would be able to get away? Stupid, Drake. Real stupid. You’ve really outdone yourself this time. Can’t you ever do anything right?
Drake slowed to a stop in front
“I said get out!”
“The autopsy report showed bruising under her skin. She didn’t fall asleep; you held her down under the water and watched her die.”
Ben began to show fear.
“You’re a fool. You should’ve known I’d find out.”
“I didn’t—”
“You should’ve known I wouldn’t stay little forever. I grew up, got stronger…you really didn’t think about that, did you?”
“About what?”
The muscles in Drake’s face contracted as he said, “I’m going to kill you for what you did.”
Ben took a step back and defensively held out a hand in front of him. “You don’t know what you’re doing, Drake.”
“You knew what you were doing when you killed Mom,” Drake snarled, moving closer.
“I had no other choice! She was fine one day, and then the next she just…just changed. That wasn’t my fault though! I couldn’t stand hearing her talk about God and Jesus all the time. He wasn’t her husband; I was. But she wouldn’t listen. She never listened to me.”
“You were jealous over a Book she was reading? Is that it? Is that what you’re trying to tell me? I don’t know whether to believe this or call it insanity.”
“She wasn’t the woman I married. She stopped wanting to have fun after she got God.”
“No, it went deeper with you.”
“I had nothing to do with—”
“Then why not divorce her? Gah, you held her underwater? You sick—”
“It wasn’t supposed to go that far.”
“That’s why you sent me away to Grandpa’s that day. So you could perform your sick little murder while I was away without any problems. For twelve years, you thought you got away with it, but now you’re going to pay. And you’re going to feel every drop of pain like you made her feel.”
“Don’t try me, Drake!” Ben cautioned, stepping back toward the fireplace. “I’m warning you!”
Drake saw his dad craftily move his arm around his body. He immediately jumped back as soon as his dad brought down an iron poker on the spot where he was standing only a second before. Before his dad had a chance to raise the poker again and swing it at him, Drake made his move.
He swung his right fist around and let it sink deep into his dad’s cheekbone.
Ben stumbled and tried to maintain his balance. He swatted at the air as he fell.
Too late. Drake watched the back of his head land directly on the cold, hard stone of the fireplace hearth.
Thud.
Drake stood there guardedly, waiting for his dad to get up. “Stand up and fight! I’m not finished with you yet!”
Ben never moved. Drake wasn’t even sure if he saw him breathing.
Drake took a few steps back as soon as he saw the pool of blood begin to flow from the back of his dad’s head.
What have I done?
Chapter
5
F UGITIVE
Drake Pearson didn’t know what he was doing or where he was going, only that he had to get as far away as he could from his home. A murderer , he kept repeating to himself. I’m a murderer. That means prison, life, or worse…death row.
OK, back up, back up. It had started off all talk. Arguing. There were threats…he said he was going to kill him, but that was just an offshoot of his anger. From the beginning, he had never actually intended on killing his father.
A lot of good that does now. He had planned on a fight, though. A long, bloody fight, even if it meant just as many bruises on him as he gave his father. Anything to make his dad feel a percentage of the pain his mom must have endured as she gasped for air during the last moments of her life. He had had no idea what kind of shape his old man was in, but he certainly hadn’t planned on the fight being over in one blow.
Now there was a dead body. He had sentenced himself to this fate. The guilt had been shifted, and with the authorities after him, who knew if he would be able to get away? Stupid, Drake. Real stupid. You’ve really outdone yourself this time. Can’t you ever do anything right?
Drake slowed to a stop in front
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