Gavin Muir - Audiobooks - Gritty/Dark Crime Fiction
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (Canadian-General) North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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his eyes were closed. If he opened them, he knew he would see flecks of his own blood against the whitewashed wall, the wall which seemed to arch towards him. His toes were still moving against the ground, dabbling in warm blood wherever he tried to speak, he could feel his face cracking, dried salt, tears and sweat. It was strange the shape your life could take. You might be loved as a child, but still go bad. You might have monsters for parents, but grew up your His life had been neither one nor the other, or rather it had been both for he'd been cherished and abandoned in equal measure. He was six and shaking hands with a large man. There should have been more affection between them, but somehow there wasn't. He was 10 and his mother was looking tired, bow down as she leaned over the sink, washing dishes, not knowing he was in the doorway. She paused to rest her hands on the rim of the sink. He was 13 and being initiated into his first gang. They took a pack of cards and skin his knuckles with the edge of the back, they took it in turns, All 11 of them. It hurt until he belonged. Now there was a shuffling sound and the gun barrel was touching the back of his neck, sending out more waves. How could something be so cold? He took a deep breath, feeling the effort in his shoulder blades, there couldn't be more pain than he already felt