I grabbed his hands and held them in mine.
Listen buddy. Me and you are gonna go far away. Daddy is not coming back. And I don't want you to live with daddy or uncle Donny ever again. They are both bad bad people.
"Why?"
Just trust me buddy. He's not a good guy. He's not.
I picked him up and walked towards the stairs.
I wanted to believe that everything was coming together but just as easily as it was , just as easily was how much none of it made sense to me. How none of it could be real. How it could all be in my head.
I walked with him up the stairs and back into the hallway of the house.
"Damn it he left the fucking screen door unlocked again. DAMN IT!"
A medium built man came jogging from around the corner of the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks and so did he. I looked into his brown eyes as he shot me a half smile.
Buddy go back down stairs and don't move unless i come get you. I put him down behind me without releasing my gaze.
"Uncle donny!" He exclaimed waving down the hallway.
GO DOWNSTAIRS NOW MARSHALL!
He began to walk down the stairs as i shut the door behind him.
"Daniel? Right?" The voice rang down the hallway.
You son of a bitch.
I ran down the hallway and was met with a bang and a tear through my leg. I screamed in agony as I fell to the tile floor, he ran up to me and kicked me in my chest.
"Poked your nose a little too deep huh?" He kicked me again.
I could see the gun on the side of his leg. I curled up in pain.
"Not your fault your wife was a whore." He took the gun and went across my face with it.
"She put you in this situation Daniel." Another kick to the chest.
"She did this to you..your daughter.."
I grabbed his foot as he went in for another kick. I took all the might I had and shoved my working leg right in between his. I watched as he fell backwards dropping the gun. It slid partially down the hallway into the kitchen. He closed his legs together tight as he held his balls. I rolled onto my stomach and pushed myself up.
I collapsed back to the floor from the pain in my right leg.
He began crawling for the gun as I mustered up the strength to grab his leg. With all the strength I had I pulled him back away from the gun. I threw myself onto his back and curled my arm around his neck. I squeezed with all the strength in my body. Squeezed for me, squeezed for little Marshall, squeezed for joanna.....squeezed for Alana. He gripped at my arm as I felt his consciousness slip away.
Though I wasn't satisfied with just that. I put my right hand on the back of his head and smashed it into the tile floor.
I drug my body over to the gun. I used the wall to drag my body up from the floor and aimed the gun at his head.
This is for Alana you son of a bit...
"Uncle what are you doing?"
I looked up at Marshall now in the hallway.
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