Chapter 8

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1 months later....

"Thanks for driving me and Megan to the boat," I said to Amy. She was pretending to be my mother, to help me. Some how. 

"No problem, I think that it's good that the hospital let you out early. How's your arm?" I looked down at my arm, Taylor shot it when I got Megan out of the room.

"Good, better then when it was shot." I began to laugh, I looked at Amy and Megan. "Sorry," I said. "I know, bad joke. Murderous Father, well. Not Father, you know what I mean."

"I really don't," Megan said. I sighed and looked out of the window, we we're finally here. I just hope that this will be a holiday that I wont have to forget. 

We were on the island this place was amazing, "how did you hear about this place?" Megan asked standing next to me. 

"I got a email from some guy," I looked at Megan. "You look so beautiful," Megan looked at me and blushed. "I should go and change the cast," I said looking down at my arm. "Can't believe a bowling ball and a bullet can do that," I went on a mission the week before. I had to find a kid, and lets just say that the psycho knew how to throw a bowling ball. Don't piss off women. "I'll be right back," I said kissing Megan. I walked down the path, and smiled. Megan was my everything.





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