Secrets and Lies pt.2

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Larry POV





I read the police report over and over again. All the bad memories come rushing back. I can't stop crying, the guilt is tearing me apart.

Flynn try to reassure me, but I know my son ... he will hate me.

I hate me.

Flynn come outside.


"They will be here any minute Larry. Devin said Daniel seems calm, he's almost ... pleasant."

Hmph.

"That's a good sign right?"

No be naive Flynn.


She walks over and hugs me.

I know Daniel hate me, I hurt his mother ... hurt her bad. I look over the city and try to remain centered.


"Come inside Larry."

No, I stay. You go on.

"We need to do this together. We all agreed not to tell him, this isn't just on you."

Yes it is! I hit you, I did that ... I lost control. No matter it psychosis, Daniel only know I attack you ... Fuck!

"Larry our son is smart, he will understand."

Bébé when you angry, you not think raisonnable ... I know he angry. I would be.

"Devin said ..."

I not care what he say, I know Daniel ... trust me.


The elevator dings.


"They're here."


Flynn goes inside, I stand by the door and try to control my emotions.

I hear Daniel's voice.

He did sound pleasant.


"Hi Mom."

"Hey Peanut."

"HaHaHa, You gonna call me that when I'm forty?"

"Probably. You ... you OK?"

"Mmhmm."

"Hi Flynn."

"Hey Devin."

"Mom where is he?"

"Danny ... wait a minute."

"Nah, where is he hiding."


I hear his voice getting louder.

Daniel changed, he no pleasant anymore.


"Move, where is he? Mom let go ... where is that Motherfucker?!"

"Danny what happened ... Hey Hey Hey, calm down. We were going to sit and talk."

"Pop get the hell off me. Come out you crazy ..."


I turn the corner and see Flynn and Devin trying to hold him back.

His dark eyes look vacant. I recognize that look.

I would see it in the mirror, right before I lost control.


Let him go.

"You! You .... Ahhhhhh!!! You! Fuck you!"


Before I could move, Daniel charged me and knocked us to the ground. He started pummeling. I try to cover my face ... but give up. I deserve every punch. He's crying and now beating my chest.

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