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❛ YOU PROMISED. ❜ 16. It Was Shane SEASON 02 EPISODE 12 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
Randall's the name of the person we're holding prisoner in the shed like some sort of animal. I watch as they practically toss him into the shed and slam the door behind him.
I hadn't even known of him until the day after, they forgot to tell me. I only found out because he was supposed to be set free, left in the road, away from us and our eyes, but it seems Shane and Rick had a bit of difficulty with this job. I guess problems arose, so it wasn't because the men didn't want to leave him, but because they simply couldn't. If anyone were to ask me.. I'd say their problem was each other.
Carl and I are to stay in a child's place and to never ever enter or even go near the shed. We were seriously sick of hearing the same thing over and over again, it's like an echo that just makes us angrier and angrier. I'm sure that if someone says it again, my fist would connect with their face.
The group, (the adults), saw the boy as a threat and a liability. It was decided by Rick, actually by most of the group that Randall needed to be killed. It's impossible, to the intelligent part of the group, to even think of allowing Randall to continue breathing. Consequences would knee us in the face.
The real question is if he's so dangerous and if everyone is so terrified of him.. why does Carl, my shorter freckled-face friend want to go and speak to him? Why is he forcing his little way through every boundary and sneaking into the shed just because he wanted to see him— like he's some kind of attraction? And why am I in the shed with him?
Randall doesn't look dangerous; not in the very least.
Carl and I snuck into the shed silently, looking at the beatened boy with narrowed eyes. Hope fills his core as he listens to the talking outside the shed, wanting it to be something good. It's not about him, at all. An uncomfortable, itchy feeling buzzes amongst my skin when he lifts his head to search for us after hearing us move around in the darkness. Randall's bruised eyes widen, taking a step forward before remembering the chains around his ankles and wrists.
"Hey." He whispers out to us, but neither of us respond; we just stare down at him and tilt our heads. "That's a sweet hat.." Randall speaks to Carl, forcing my lips to part so his focus could shift away from his.
Carl glares at me, squeezing my hand to make me shut up.
"I'm Randall.. What's your name?" He goes on, wanting one of us to speak, "The sheriff guy, Is that your dad? I like him.. Yeah, he's a good man. I can tell. Is your mom out there?" I can't help but to look at him with disgust as he asks, "How about your mom and dad? Are they out there?" Goosebumps form across my arms as his eyes catch me, looking me up and down. I scowl. "You're.. You're lucky you still got your family.. I lost mine."
