Keep It in the Family

by John Marrs

This is a place even angels avoid.

Everyone except their families soon forgets about a missing child. And me. I remember every one of them. Because I am the bait that lures them here.

for tonight, I intend to have loud, passionate sex with Debbie’s son and scream the sodding roof down if I have to, and I don’t care who hears. If I can’t give him a baby, I’ll at least give him the time of his life.

I don’t have a problem with booze, but I also know that it’s become more than a habit lately.

I was raised by my parents to be independent and to solve my own problems, so I’m not used to asking for help. But I don’t think I can sort myself out on my own. This is too big for me to handle.