I had to drag my brother James for the last half mile, as his heels drew two parallel lines in the dirt. When he’d collapsed, I thought he was dead. For a long time, I considered leaving him, letting him be his own problem. But in the end, I hooked my arms under his shoulders and dragged him home. When I finally dropped him on the living room floor, my shirt was ruined with his blood.
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It was the morning after. She had locked herself in the hotel bathroom belonging to a man she didn’t know. Her heart thudded too fast in her chest; no relief from the adrenalin surging through her. Read more
From Laura:
The car rolled along the hills and around the bends and curves of the forested back road, but everyone inside was frozen. The driver hunched tightly over the left side of steering wheel, shoulder pressed into the window and through clenched teeth, barked, “Get. It. Out,” in the general direction of the passenger seat. Read more
From The Drama Mama:
Day 6
I never did care for neighbors; always wantin’ to burrah a cuppa sugar, or an egg, your hammer, or conversation. The old neighbors were significantly better than the new ones, though they’ve ne’er burrahed a thing from me. Read more
It’s all in the way she holds her eyes. She used to, she—I used to say: stop daring at me. You couldn’t make her cry if you stabbed her with a fork.
I hold her. I touch her hair. I tell her it will be ok and I’ll get her things. I make her soup and deliver her into the comfort of the couch and music and I grab my keys and on the way out the front door, I reach into the closet and get her brother’s baseball bat. Read more
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