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rolled Edward over onto his back
and Nightmare stood above him, looking down at him.
    “Ya like that dad? It’s ‘bout time you
rich folk know what it’s like to get fucked up the ass
anyways.”
    Edward laid still and silent but felt a
world of inexplicable humiliation inside him. Would he ever be able
to look at his son again?
    The sounds of shock and
dismay began to fizzle out among the group being held hostage in
Conner’s living room. Liz had broken out into a cold sweat and she
was breathing heavy. Dark circles formed under her eyes. Almost
whispering, Andi said to her, “What’s wrong Liz.” As if she had to
fucking ask. They all had witnessed a grown man being raped by
another man inserting a rifle into his anus. But there was something wrong with
Liz. Megan noticed it to.
    Liz was sitting on her knees on the
floor with her arms wrapped around herself. She was slowly rocking
back and forth.
    “Liz, what’s the matter?” Megan asked
as quietly as she could but Nightmare heard her. “What the fuck’s
goin’ on over there?”
    Liz looked up at Megan with sick
looking eyes. She said to her, “I’m really sick.”
    It was a vile and traumatic moment
watching the sick act Nightmare put upon Conner’s dad, so naturally
Megan understood that Liz was feeling overwhelmed and nauseous from
watching it.
    “I’m not well Meg.”
    “You ladies better be talkin’ bout’
suckin’ dick!” Nightmare shouted.
    Liz sat up and started to crawl slowly
over to the couch where she had left her purse. She reached for it
and pulled it down to her, dumping its contents out all over the
floor.
    “Whoa, whoa, whoa, little lady what the
fuck you think you’re doin’?” Nightmare pulled the trigger back on
his shot gun and was pointing to the back of Liz’s head. She
ignored him. Among the items that fell from her purse, was a
compact, black, zippered case. She unzipped it and inside was a
small, meter type of gadget. Also inside was a small tube. She
opened it and pulled out a tiny, white strip of plastic and
inserted it into the meter.
    Everyone, including the defiled Edward,
was staring at her. Megan knew exactly what that little meter was
for but she couldn’t comprehend her best friend ever having to use
something like that.
    “My god Liz, are you
diabetic?”
    Liz pricked her finger with a lancet
without answering Megan and placed the small drop of blood onto the
white plastic strip.
    Five very long seconds later the gadget
made a single beep and Liz covered her mouth and shrieked. She fell
backwards on her bottom, moving herself away from the meter as if
it was a demonic tarantula.
    “What does it say!” Megan said
anxiously.
    Nightmare was standing right above Liz
and he could see the meter.
    “Oooh sugar, you’re high as a fuckin’
kite. Goddam, somebody get this girl an ice cold coca cola!” He
roared out a twisted laugh. But no one else was laughing,
especially Liz when she saw that her blood sugar was
418.
    Megan saw the meter and she covered her
mouth in horror at the extremely high reading. “Oh my god Liz,
that’s bad, that’s real bad,” she said almost
hyperventilating.
    “It’s ok, I just need my medication.
It’s at home. I forgot to take it with me,” Liz explained, talking
as if she was out of breath.
    “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Megan
cried.
    Liz went on to explain how she was
feeling ill at school one day a few months back and how she went to
the school nurse and on a hunch the nurse checked her blood sugar
and it was 232. Liz begged the nurse not to call her parents.
Instead the nurse had made her an appointment with a doctor who
specialized in diabetes.
    She began to cry and Conner’s dad said
quietly, “Diabetes is a very manageable disease.”
    Then Nightmare shouted, “All right,
everybody shut their fuckin’ pieholes, this ain’t some goddam after
school special!”
    Nightmare put his hand up to his mouth
in a drinking gesture to Badman; his eyes trailing towards