**CUSSING IN THIS CHAPTER!**
I slipped on my boots as I heard everyone downstairs getting ready for Otis's funeral. Something bout that man that came back instead of Otis is off. I think Shane is his name, that man... He's no good and I know it. The story he told, it don't match up. He said Otis sacrificed himself, which does sound like him. But that man came back with Otis's gun, and other things of Otis's.
I could've punched Maggie last night. When that man came back, she gave him Otis's clothes. I hope that man feels ashamed of what he did, whatever he did to Otis I hope it haunts him. I heard Maggie yell for me from downstairs to hurry it up, so I put my jacket on and ran down. I saw that man again, still in Otis's clothes.
He was now shaved, he looked less handsome than he did last night. But then again, I didn't really care what he looked like. He gave me a smile, I didn't smile back until my daddy poked me with his elbow to "be nice." I don't want to be nice to him, he did something and I know it.
We all were standing around a cross, placing stones in honor of Otis. When Shane placed his stone and started his speech, I could've yelled. I just looked at him and listened to the hundreds of lies he was saying. He was stuttering, was I the only person who could see through that asshole!? What the fuck!
When he was finished, I looked up and him and walked towards him. "You murderer! You liar!" I yelled at him, everyone looked at me like I was crazy. I could tell my daddy was about to say something, but before he could I hit him. I took one of the stones, the one that he put down and threw it at his head. I don't know why I did it, but I knew he deserved it.
I heard Maggie and my Daddy yellin' at me, I couldn't tell what they were sayin' at all. I just hit him again, this time with my fist. I felt arms pulling me back, it was Maggie and Patricia. I didn't fight, but I was angry. I could still hear my daddy yellin' at me, but I still didn't listen. I saw the man lookin' around like he had seen a ghost, and everyone else in his group was starin' at me too. That boy, his momma, his daddy, that drugged looking man, the old woman, the big man, the Korean boy that Maggie had taken a likin' too, but there was this old man. He looked like he agreed with me.
He was the one with the cool lookin' RV... He was the only one that didn't look at me like I was crazy. Everyone looked at me like I was insane.
Maybe I was.
