A hundred burning flames are ashing the hallway, and this room that I am laid within is baking hot like a chimney. A couple of dogs, who live in this house with me, Scotch and Livertail, are unproductively scratching my bedroom door with their paws. Something inside of their heads wants to gain my attention.
Meanwhile, this alarm clock that I set for 7 A.M. is ringing out.
Bang! Bang!
I cracked the door, just a tad bit, to allow Scotch and Livertail to stumble into my room. Both of these guys are golden retrievers, but these old friends of mine have never known Shae Harbor.
"Come here." I speak, but I feel as though I'm sleeping.
Many years ago, my old dad found Scotch at a house in Snowridge. He was there among five other puppies, waiting for their loving homes. My old man, Scotch, is very old, but he still keeps his own rubber chicken in the house.
As for the puppy, Livertail, well, he's still growing up. A few years ago, my stepfather, Bob Rudolph, found Livertail at a house out in the country. He flung a tag on his neck and gave him to my mom as a gift.
"You're so cute." I say to him.
Everyone loves Livertail, but there's something strange about him that my dad doesn't like. Surely, my dad hates Bob, too.
My dad would spill Bob's guts if only he could, but I keep on guarding the doorway. So far, the weirdest turnabout inside this path of life that I walk upon has to be that my stepfather, Bob, is the real biological father of Shae Harbor.
She doesn't know her real father, though, and she hasn't seen him for a very long time. That's only because Bob Rudolph is a child molester, and nobody knows about his past at the high school, except for me, the one who lives with him.
Bang! Bang!
That girl, who Bob molested, said she was eighteen when it happened. Bob knows the lying whore had said it, herself. Although, it doesn't make or break the dark prison that he stayed in, or the real number that was on the top of his head.
I really couldn't tell you because Bob tells me nothing about it.
Bang!
I haven't seen blood spilled for a very long time, but I still need a shower, every morning. Maybe, there is something inside of me that wants to be purified, as well. My beating heart taps upon these walls like a gentle berating of falling rain drops.
It's only good to keep me awake!
My consumption of breakfast at home, before school, is obsolete. I'm happily filled upon having my coffee, alone. This heavy head of mine will be down on my desk early without it. Even so, if I do have a cup, however, I still won't believe what I see.
Seriously, Shae Harbor is all that I aim for, but this boat that I built, myself, is half empty. The sky above our heads will drop into the water, below us, soon. It taints the rippling tides like a cheap, red paint.
You have to make it stop, and furthermore, force me to step off of this plank. This ship is no longer mine, but the crew knows me, somehow. Cough it up that I never knew them at all, throughout this entire life that I have offered.
Avast!
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Convincing Shae Harbor
Mystery / ThrillerI had to write this book, just so I could say that I wrote a book within my lifetime. This book is filled with vulgar language and grotesque imagery. Readers beware! This book is about a high school shooting which also depicts a young man's love for...
