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hope was gone. There was no piecing back together what they once had. Amy was dead and Buddy had killed her.
    Buddy.
    His own father.
    He slowly tore his eyes away from the still body on the floor to look at the man responsible. Fire burned behind his cool, blue eyes.
                  “First your mother, now this poor girl? What is it with you? You got a lady curse on you or something, boy?”
                  “I didn’t kill mom! You did!” Lonnie snapped as his muscles shook with rage. “You’re the reason she’s dead!”
                  “What the hell did you say to me, boy?” Buddy turned on Lonnie and took a few sauntering steps toward him. “Your mother, God rest her soul, did what she did because she couldn’t handle you anymore. With all the trouble you went and got yourself into she thought she was some terrible mother, the poor woman, and she could deal with it.”
                  “That’s a fucking lie and you know it,” Lonnie growled as his vision shook. His face deepened to a terrifying shade of crimson. “Both their lives are on you! My mother couldn’t take being married to a selfish, abusive prick and saw no way out but to do what she did!” His surroundings started to vibrate with anger. “You killed mom and now you’ve killed Amy! The only woman I’ve ever loved! We were going to get married, start a family together, and you fucking killed that!”
                  “I think little Miss already decided you were too big of a pussy to be the father of her little rugrats. Looks like she was trying to make babies with that fella over there before, y’know, she ate his dick, so to say,” Buddy sneered and chuckled as he shifted the rifle to his other shoulder.
                  Lonnie took a deep breath as he glared, his expansive chest rising and falling slowly. His teeth clenched together until his jaw hurt. His breathing started to quicken without his control. There was a disturbing grinding noise coming from the inside of his mouth.
                  Buddy didn’t seem to notice the edge Lonnie teetered on. With one last detrimental statement, he gave his son a nice, big shove into the black void he’d been trying so desperately to avoid. “You were a shit son and you would have been a shit father too, so consider what I just did a favor.”
    The weather-beaten man’s gruff voice resonated in his head like a distant echo as Lonnie faded away again, down into the recesses of his mind.
    He had to hold on.
    He couldn’t lose control again.
    But before he could grasp the last bit of his consciousness, it slipped away from him and everything went black.
     
     
     
    VI.
     
     
     
                  When Lonnie came to, he was lying on his back on the floor. He opened his eyes slowly and then squeezed them shut again when an unbearable pain streaked across his forehead. What the hell happened? He forced them open and craned his neck as he sat up to look around the room, the stabbing in his head the last thing on his mind as the events started to piece themselves back together.
    The last thing he remembered was Amy gunned down by his no-good, son of a bitch father. He remembered her face as she fell to the ground. It had been contorted with wild and ravenous hunger, but the eyes had still been hers.
    The woman he loved had still been in there when Buddy Lands mercilessly pulled the trigger and ended her life. She was gone forever. Lonnie wiped his face with the back of his hand at the tears on his cheeks. Blood replaced the clear wetness and streaked across his skin, but he didn’t notice. He looked over at Amy’s motionless, ravaged body.
                  Her skin was sickly pale with a greenish-gray tinge. Her chest, shoulders, and head were riddled with bullet holes, coated over with a tar-like ooze that seeped out slowly. Her red stained mouth hung open. Empty, glazed over eyes