Father Of The Killer

CHAPTER 7

How could I be so stupid..... how could I be so stupid. That's what I keep asking myself. That right there was Rob. The Rob that the voices told me to frame. But why...? Why did they say him. out of everyone of the 7 billion! People! in the world! And he was right there in front of me! He has seen my face and if he is even got half a brain sooner or later he will put the pieces together and realize the reason I ran off is because.... it was me I framed him. Well aha he has got a nice shiner for a eye now. That's my victory of that moment. Sure it was by accident but still. Suddenly my phone ring's in my pocket. Answering it I answer with a very distant Hello? Blake... Come home soon. Please! We just want to talk! No mom you want to talk come and find me. Track my cell I don't care I am not going to jail.... The voice's.... Voices? What voices? no time to explain mom ill talk to you later bye. Bla- I hang up before she can finish her sentence. She wouldn't understand. No one will . its my problem it's my head. My brain is mine no one can take that from me. I cant go to jail, it's awful in there. The don't drop the soap joke will become a reality. Those gay guy's trying to pop a feel every second you bend over then they don't stop laughing once they get it they don't care if your 12 or 80. But that's then this is now I need to skip town and get away from everyone that could recognize me, me my mom, Rob, the fucking pig's they call police, all those bastards and it's all on me. Ha-ha hell if the cop's were smart enough they would just check the DNA at the crime scene... but nooooo they figure oop it spell's out Rob and Rob is known for violence, There's our fugitive. And then my mind goes blank... The voice's they start swarming my brain again. It's to much to handle suddenly a cool feeling run's down my cheek, am... i crying? no crying is for the weak and vulnerable i cant be crying