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Just pick up the shovel. The sooner you pick up the shovel, the sooner we can get this over with. The shovel awkwardly sticks out of the hastily formed hill of dirt beside me, and Mom lies at the bottom of the ragged hole at my feet, wrapped in her bedsheet, waiting to be buried.
Yikes?
I check on Father. The shallow rise and fall of his chest floods me with a confusing mix of relief and dread. I look down at the bloody hammer in my hand. It should have been him. Shay’s words from earlier flood back to me. I could end this; I could end him.
PLEASE end it
He’s thrown himself into the endless — according to him — interior design projects scattered throughout each wing of our house. I don’t think he’ll stop until each room is the perfect catnip for the mythical omega he thinks will make his parents love him someday.
Damn
Turns out, panicking can be boring if you do it for long enough.
Relatable
“Only cowards use religion to shame others for something that’s just natural.”
and a body that looks like it regularly tears tree stumps directly out of the ground.
Lmao
a tear welling up in the corner of his eye. I lick it away, curious to see what frustration tastes like
Oh youre sick lol
Figure it out, or don’t. I’m not sticking around to do the labor for you.”
Gabe trails into the room. His gait is stiff, as if he’d been out hauling wood all night.
I dont think that's why...
What's a hangover?
Oh you aboutf to find out
Ava, come find me when you want to learn more about your sisters.”
Tea.
