I was planning on heading back to my hometown when the first gift showed up at my doorstep. But it does not happen that way. Occasionally, in some limited spells of sobriety, when I wasn’t retching my guts out or being tortured by some head-splitting hangover; I’d theorize that maybe drinking more was my way out of this rut. Serves you correct.”, “Hey, no fair! The happiest we had been in the few years we had known each other. I could have been the Dad who lulled his child to sleep with cuddly bedtime stories. It’s mommy’s turn to babysit. And it certainly isn’t the first time you’ve run. Just like that, Tyler’s here now, perched on the backseat. Speaking of whom, he stops the car. “Oh, no, wait. 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She had this shy, knowing smile on her face- one that seemed to tell me, I got this, Love. But I’m special. A good theory, but it had its flaws. I get the flask out of my purse. “You’re too messy, Marcus,” she would tease, playfully flicking paint drops on my face. Part of his behavior is a reflection on mine. Well, screw them. Just like the one he’d gifted me on my twenty-second birthday. I know he means- well, truthfully, I don’t have the slightest clue what he means! But I really did enjoy coming up with the concept, and this has given me a lot of info about the things I need to refine in my future works, so that's a big gain. Ah, now that’s something you don’t want to be over soon. So I thought it would be good if we explored some alternate parenting options. His horn urgently blared, 9-1-1, 9-1-1. Someone who had a responsibility towards him. Literally, ran into his bony, pre-teenage body. It’s amusing; I think the alcohol unearthed some poet/ social-commentator hidden deep inside me (Not that this artist did anything worthwhile). Jess just stood there, silent, for the longest moment of time before she spoke: “I understand. I like to think that I tried my best to get out of the crashing car, even though I failed. Okay, seriously, stop it. Then I heard of the drunk-runner murders. I laid off my plans for the indoor, foosball parlor that I had wanted so badly- Jessica insisted that we reserve the room downstairs for the baby’s nursery. Mr. Wilson’s body was found at around the same spot as that of the victim who preceded him chronologically, Marcus Chase. A placebo, sobriety-inducing piece of bubblegum grinding in my mouth; radio tuned to some country station that was supposed to aid my coherent thinking, as such. I can’t be too hard on him. It has been a while. “Oh, believe me, Marcus. Not when your head can’t stop picturing the distraught face of the father you had just killed. Of all the gifts he has lately given, this is the most beautiful one. “Peekaboo!”, merrily exclaimed the kid I’d crashed my car into a few moments back. But we’ve got to be realistic about the biological scenarios involved here. As good a time as any, I figure. Every sip of the ice-cold beer helped me cope better with the grief of my loss. No matter how much anyone tried to find me a way out of this bottle to the open-top, my hands always slipped at the alcohol-drizzled glass surface. I was devastated, like any loving wife would be. Why wasn’t I rotting in some dark, hellish corner? At some point, I muted the irritating stereo-music and put my whole foot down on the pedal. There’re other things I’ll teach him later- the value of life, common courtesy, growing from mistakes. I’m not comfortable with that. I had this three-way, emotional jam in my head, and I chose panic. Now, here, if you will just take a break from what you’re doing, I have looked up this adoption agency in the town over, and… “. I had this three-way, emotional jam in my head, and I chose panic. I guess I just got caught up in jotting down everything that my mind could come up with. My hands cup over his as we hold the gear. They suspect… stolen… in line with the other victims…”. Further… the coroners … identify a star-shaped bloodied…deceased’s jugular. The two of us would stay up late, each concerning ourselves with some baby-related business or another. That boy is in urgent need of some manners, and I’m gonna ensure he gets them. I was thinking that- “. 25 comments. Press question mark to learn the rest of the keyboard shortcuts. I took a long sip and sighed. So relaxing. Our cab speeds past the worn-down road-sign reading the forbidden road’s name. I’ve this gut-feeling that we’ll still complete this story here anyways. The authorities first ascertained that the perpetrators had been stealing possessions from the victims’ bodies when they found Monty Wilson. To now think how comically it all started. And I could turn my neck now. This entire accident/ killing thing makes Marcus redeem himself and he tries to connect to his wife with the presents. I would’ve let Death do his thing if I knew you’d get emotional. Speaking of whom, he stops the car. I’m his wife, the woman he loves. But I was soon losing hold on my sanity. The reason I’ve come to you is- well, you’ve crashed your life! “And you really wanna know my deal? My wife giggled as she watched me struggle moving that giant cot into the nursery. Like I was back home, unwinding myself on the massage chair I had bought from the money off my lost child’s crib. The signal’s back. Even in the dark, I could see his lifeless, brown eyes peering straight into my soul, accusing me of my crime. I blame booze for what happened next. 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