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Friday 14th May 1971
02:57 am
The drugs are sold. Xnx Dad yelling at me and mom, throwing stuff and threatening
us. No one emerged from its murky
depths. It took a couple of minutes, but eventually I got the
door open quietly. She was thrashing
around, as much as a bound girl can, and probably hurting
her mother below her. She can walk, it’ll do her some fucking
good. I’d been ready to sprint back to my
car at any point, and it was a relief to relax and take
a seat in the family’s Chevelle. I was right about the gun though. When I was completely spent I rose up out of the door,
Amy’s head falling down onto the back seat. She drank it up
quickly, gasping for air between gulps. I trust
my instincts. I debated over taking my gun for a long time. Her eyes were red and unfocused, and she
swayed in her seat
