Last Breath Audiobook
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Salem present day staring at the lines as they swirl this way and that seeing the light and how it changes the color, even how the lack of light gives it other dimensions, I find a great deal of peace fluid and ever changing. The puddle, snaking across the ground that leaks near my feet aches for me to touch it, to break it stream sal stopped haunting. It's been over half a day straight, Maliki says, peering out the front curtains of our current hiding place, watching Turkey straight across the yard. This isn't his thing so much as mine punishment is due just a little longer, leaning down, I talked to the man of my feet. Isn't that right? With a knife buried deep in his sternum. He gags as the tears streamed down his cheeks and I smile with his pants curled around his ankles. His dirty loose **** lies on the ground beside him. The pungent man's disgusting blood coats the floor between us, with his arms tied tied above his head, held in place against the old style radiator. The young child he had confined in a dirty closet, sits there, watching intently, even as I'm giving him what he deserves. She cowers al dole out an exacting punishment for every moment he stole from this child. Her hair is matted, her clothes loose around her frame and even as the dirt covers the scars and bruises around her eyes. I know that look. I've been that scared. Was that afraid to look anyone in the eyes too. We're kindred souls to apply it. We didn't request or deserve maliki. After the final stroke, the final cut along the disgusting man's neck. I saw that Salem was satisfied. His anger and Ire had cooled for the moment. Knowing he had vetted out the judgment he saw fit the deep slashes had caused arterial spray throughout the space. We were all covered in the blood of someone. I wouldn't even consider a human being. We never even asked his name, but it didn't matter as he was evil. He was worth no less than a used gum wrapper on the floor. The thing is, the two of us were only looking for a place to stay for the night. We have no home in, no place to call our own. When we stop at dank, dark rundown homes, it's to find a place to hide out, not to find friends and not to find the likes of him. The last thing we want to be as memorable. Salem's present and future are tied to his dark past. Without his wretched father's intervention. Salem could have been an amazing soul, but his childhood shaped both of us now, anytime he sees darkness taking hold. He personally feels that justice must be vetted out joy. Maybe I was always meant to be this. Maybe all along my darkness was pining, anticipating and awaiting its equal. The song piping through the radio is haunting and dangerous and it's how I feel. Dark. The crooning voice feeds my corrupted soul. It's become dark in there ever since. The loss of my grand and the stupendous finality of Salem's father. Inside my broken hearted body houses a sinister soul. When my grandmother died, the walls crumbled and the little caged monster was given free rein. I'd always felt different and cold, but I'd assumed it was grounds, constant abuse. That was the cause of that. Watching a Salem tour down his disgusting sperm donor and childhood boogeyman, I relish the sight of blood and death. I've now seen more blood and death than 100 episodes of a criminal investigation show. With the window down on the impala, I'm content to let the warm breeze struck my face. This grand adventure has released the pent up breath I've been holding all my life, the three of us winding around the great plains of America, with no direction or intended course, has been exactly what I needed.