Recovery(Chapter Four)

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Once I formed the words to say to him after a car ride of nothing but pure silence, I couldn't help but blare it out.

"YOU KILLED ALICIA AND ALEX!"

His face went from confused to worried. He started to rub his head and cry.

"All I remember is red and black," he paused," it's like all I remember is you telling me my fucking dick was little and then I went outside to chop wood. By the time I saw you running towards me, I saw nothing but red and when you dropped down I saw black." His voice cracked at the end. I looked at him and I could tell he was about to cry. I looked up only to see I was heading straight for an eighteen wheeler. I swerved out of the way and stopped at a local Burger King.

"Baby, you don't remember ANYTHING.!?", I asked, holding back all the tears.

"Ambrosia, if I remember something don't you thinkin would have told you.? I need you to believe me baby?"He begged.

I took in a deep a breath and pulled out of Burger King, our house was about seven miles down the road. I turned on the radio and Alicia and Alex's song had came. I froze, Elijah reached forward and switched the radio almost taking off the knob.

"Look I really don't remember what happened in the past 5-6 hours but I need you to realize that whoever did this will pay.!" He said in a harsh tone.

"I don't think you relaize that the person who did all this was in fact you...," I quivered as I said the last couple of words. I could not help but look at him like the same man who almost killed me with an axe.

He fell silent and a still look came across his face.

"Pull the car over..." he demanded.

I tried to say something but he cut me off.

"PULL THE DAMN CAR OVER AMBROSIA," he reared back to hit me and I slammed the brakes. His head flew forward and his body went numb. I saw red but at this point I don't care. I slammed my foot back on the gas and drove like a bat out of hell back to the house.

I ran In the house grabbed my shot gun.

Come and get me bitch.!

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