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like moldy feet. How can you make green beans smell like moldy feet, Low-Low? I don’t get it. I mean, they’re vegetables.”
I took another bite of turkey, my jaw aching from trying to chew through the tough meat. “Well, I think it’s all delicious,” I lied through my goddamned teeth. “You really out did yourself, wildflower. I’m so glad I got to be here.”
Yeah, I was laying it on a little thick. The food tasted like rotten shit and I wanted to make a run for the nearest bathroom and purge my stomach of all the evilness currently rolling around inside it, but the small glimmer of a smile she gave me at my compliment was enough to make me keep going. I just had to make sure to stick with the safest items on the table.
Chloe let out a loud cough that sounded suspiciously like kiss ass as Ethan narrowed his eyes at me across the table. I didn’t like what I was seeing playing behind his hazel gaze. I was man enough to admit I was more than a little frightened.
“Then you eat it,” he said in a low, menacing voice as he shoved the entire dish of green beans toward me. “Go on, Coach. You love it all so much, eat the green beans.”
Oh, that little fucker . He was going to pay.
The corners of Ethan’s mouth curved up in a grin akin to something I would imagine Satan himself would wear. He pushed the dish even closer as I played different scenarios in my head, each one ending with him writhing in deep, agonizing pain.
“Yeah, Noah,” Chloe chimed in. She’d just made my list, too. “Eat it. I’m sure it’s delicious ,” she teased, rubbing her belly with an exaggerated “ mmmmm” .
I wanted to tell them to fuck off. I wanted to run, screaming into the night. I worried I’d be plagued with nightmares of this little Thanksgiving feast for years and years to come. Lord knew my poor intestinal tract would never be the same again.
But when I looked over at Harlow, her eyes were shining with intrigue and something that looked an awful lot like hope.
This was my penance for the past. It had to be. I refused to believe that God had forsaken me simply for his pure enjoyment.
“Fine,” I told them, my voice trembling ever so slightly. “I’ll eat it. And you’ll both see just how wonderful of a cook Harlow is.”
My hand shook as I lifted my fork, my body went clammy as beads of sweat broke out across my upper lip. So this was how I was going to die. It didn’t seem fitting. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but I always thought I’d go down in a blaze of glory, or better yet, between Harlow’s creamy thighs. If you had told me a green bean casserole was going to be the end of me I’d have laughed in your face. I was too young, damn it. I still had so much life to live!
The rancid smell stung my nostrils as the gelatinous goo came closer and closer to my mouth. I worried the smell alone was enough to do me in.
“You can do this,” I told myself in a hushed voice. “You’re a man. You’re a man, damn it.” I could have sworn I heard a faint giggle coming from Harlow’s direction, but I couldn’t take my eyes off my imminent death. “Okay, I’m doing it. I’m gonna eat it. I really am.” I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince, me, or the people about to witness one of life’s injustices. “Here I go. It’s happening…”
Why wasn’t anyone stopping me? I mean, I knew I’d fucked up in the past and broke Harlow’s heart, but it was a mistake. A stupid mistake! I wasn’t a bad person.
I opened my mouth, fighting against my shaking body as the green beans came closer, and I swear I felt my taste buds melting off just from the close contact. Closing my eyes, I asked God to forgive me of all of my sins.
“Don’t do it!” Harlow screamed, leaping across the table and slapping the fork from my hand at the same time I shouted, “I don’t want to die!”
The green bean goop went flying everywhere. The only sound in the room was of my fork clattering against the
I took another bite of turkey, my jaw aching from trying to chew through the tough meat. “Well, I think it’s all delicious,” I lied through my goddamned teeth. “You really out did yourself, wildflower. I’m so glad I got to be here.”
Yeah, I was laying it on a little thick. The food tasted like rotten shit and I wanted to make a run for the nearest bathroom and purge my stomach of all the evilness currently rolling around inside it, but the small glimmer of a smile she gave me at my compliment was enough to make me keep going. I just had to make sure to stick with the safest items on the table.
Chloe let out a loud cough that sounded suspiciously like kiss ass as Ethan narrowed his eyes at me across the table. I didn’t like what I was seeing playing behind his hazel gaze. I was man enough to admit I was more than a little frightened.
“Then you eat it,” he said in a low, menacing voice as he shoved the entire dish of green beans toward me. “Go on, Coach. You love it all so much, eat the green beans.”
Oh, that little fucker . He was going to pay.
The corners of Ethan’s mouth curved up in a grin akin to something I would imagine Satan himself would wear. He pushed the dish even closer as I played different scenarios in my head, each one ending with him writhing in deep, agonizing pain.
“Yeah, Noah,” Chloe chimed in. She’d just made my list, too. “Eat it. I’m sure it’s delicious ,” she teased, rubbing her belly with an exaggerated “ mmmmm” .
I wanted to tell them to fuck off. I wanted to run, screaming into the night. I worried I’d be plagued with nightmares of this little Thanksgiving feast for years and years to come. Lord knew my poor intestinal tract would never be the same again.
But when I looked over at Harlow, her eyes were shining with intrigue and something that looked an awful lot like hope.
This was my penance for the past. It had to be. I refused to believe that God had forsaken me simply for his pure enjoyment.
“Fine,” I told them, my voice trembling ever so slightly. “I’ll eat it. And you’ll both see just how wonderful of a cook Harlow is.”
My hand shook as I lifted my fork, my body went clammy as beads of sweat broke out across my upper lip. So this was how I was going to die. It didn’t seem fitting. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but I always thought I’d go down in a blaze of glory, or better yet, between Harlow’s creamy thighs. If you had told me a green bean casserole was going to be the end of me I’d have laughed in your face. I was too young, damn it. I still had so much life to live!
The rancid smell stung my nostrils as the gelatinous goo came closer and closer to my mouth. I worried the smell alone was enough to do me in.
“You can do this,” I told myself in a hushed voice. “You’re a man. You’re a man, damn it.” I could have sworn I heard a faint giggle coming from Harlow’s direction, but I couldn’t take my eyes off my imminent death. “Okay, I’m doing it. I’m gonna eat it. I really am.” I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince, me, or the people about to witness one of life’s injustices. “Here I go. It’s happening…”
Why wasn’t anyone stopping me? I mean, I knew I’d fucked up in the past and broke Harlow’s heart, but it was a mistake. A stupid mistake! I wasn’t a bad person.
I opened my mouth, fighting against my shaking body as the green beans came closer, and I swear I felt my taste buds melting off just from the close contact. Closing my eyes, I asked God to forgive me of all of my sins.
“Don’t do it!” Harlow screamed, leaping across the table and slapping the fork from my hand at the same time I shouted, “I don’t want to die!”
The green bean goop went flying everywhere. The only sound in the room was of my fork clattering against the
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