Hey Alana, I'm sorry I keep bothering you, But-
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Thread Topic: Hey Alana, I'm sorry I keep bothering you, But-
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"I'm not worrying myself. SOMETHING ELSE is worrying ME." I fought the tears, but they came streaming down my face anyway. "He's going to kill me... He's going to f---ing kill me. He said so..." I choked on my tears, my words now becoming severed and barely audible. "He's goi... to hu....t me down an.. kill... me."
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I couldn't decide between yelling or not saying anything. So I did neither. I held her hand tightly, and glanced at her.
"I love you, Sam. As long as I'm alive, I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you," -
I glanced up at him, tears dripping down my cheeks. "I know that... I love you too... But he's not joking, Randy. He's not kidding around. He's dead serious, and he's made it clear that if he has the chance he'd happily get rid of me. But if he comes... Just let him. Just f---ing let him and run. Run as fast as you can and find Tammy and leave the country. Just please. Don't ever give your life up for mine. Don't do anything that stupid."
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"It's not stupid Sam. It's not stupid. Maybe if we could manage to get him off of..." I looked back at the road. "Nothing, nevermind."
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"Off of what?" I wiped at my eyes, my makeup from the night before staining my sleeve.
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"Nothing." I replied tensely.
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I blinked. "He was on something, Randy. Don't think I don't know. Something made him like this. He didn't just go from being a jovial, happy man to being an angsty assassin. It doesn't happen like that. I'm not an idiot. Tell me what he was on." I looked over at him, my eyes desperate and sad. "Please."
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My eyes widened. "Jesus f---ing Christ. Where'd he get it from?"
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"I'm... not exactly sure." I gulped. "Though it started a long time ago. A bit before Mom died..."
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"You knew about it? All this time?" I was appalled. Not only at Dad, but with Randy's casualty about it all.
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"Remember when Dad went away on a buisness trip? He wasn't exactly on one..." I blinked, feeling bad. "I think he was in rehab."
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"I always did wonder why a business trip would cost us money... So he's had a history of this. s---... And chances are he's high 24/7 now, right?"
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"Yes. When it addict relaspses... it gets pretty ugly. Let's just say I know..."
"Anyway, I didn't figure it out until a few weeks ago. I mean, It just blew over me when he came back. I figured he was all clean and happy. But it was a show. A performance. Kind've like how I've been so...." I didn't dare finish. -
I looked away, out the window at the trees we passed by. "So you've been using all along, behind my back."
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"Not anything that dad's been using. Just, like, coke... on the very rare occasion." I glared at the steering wheel distraught, almost.
"But Dads out of his tree."
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