Golden boy, you’re going to pay for the other night. After everything I’ve done for you, you can’t get rid of me that easily. I’ll see you soon. Fucking Jack. I should have killed him when he’d come for me with a knife, but I’d promised myself that I’d never kill–not again. Two deaths were enough to weigh anyone’s soul down. Instead, I’d fought him off, beaten him and gotten the hell out of there before calling Coach Williams. If he hadn’t offered to come and get me right then, I might have gone back and finished good ol’ Uncle Jack once and for all.
