Prologue-May 16th 2011

  "Do you have the bottle?" I ask Aaron. 

  He pulls the cheap wine bottle of the plastic bag awkwardly and I grin. "We're gonna get in trouble," he tells me. 

  "Shut up," I tell him.

  "What do we do first?" he asks.

  I shrug because I personally don't know. "Say some words I guess," I say.

  He smirks. "Good or bad?"

  "I don't f*****g know!" I say. "Just say something."

  "Something," he tells me. I shoot him a death glare and he keeps grinning like an idiot. I smack his arm hard and he says, "okay, okay, fine!"

  I smile to myself and Aaron starts to talk. 

  "Hey, Kevin," he says. I close my eyes and look down at the wet grass. "How is it down there in hell? I hope the weather is nice and all."

  I look at him and I see his eyes are closed but I see tears running down his cheeks. "You're a real f*****g a*****e," he says. His voice starts to crack and my heart starts to break. "I miss you. I don't know why, but I do."

  He opens his eyes and gives me a grin, then crashes the bottle of wine over the grave stone. "RIP, you f*****g c**t," he snarls.

  I laugh and he laughs too. "Better?" I ask him. He nods his head.

  He grabs my hand, not in a perverted way, but in a nice friendly way. "Bye dad," I whisper to Kevin. I hope he heard us.

  He deserved to hear the pain we caused him. 

  I look at the grave stone one last time before we turn around and walk off. 

Kevin Wilson Mitchell

Died May 16th 2011

  

Reviews

[Personne]

Very interesting so far. I like how natural this conversation seemed. I shall read more...

[idk]

Wow. This is great. Good job.

[Hi My Name Isn't Slim S..]

Hahahaha this was amazing. I was laughing the whole time even though it wasn't supposed to be funny. This is the best. I wanna read more!

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

O.o....
Umm well...interesting...way to start off...
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