“Frank, you've been doing so much better since when I first met you nearly twelve years ago,” Mr stump said.
I gave him a sickly sweet smile in return.
“Good luck out there,” he said. “You're nineteen, ready to go off on your own.”
“Thank you,” I replied.
He gave me a hug, patting my back. I turned and walked out of his office. The last time I would ever be in that damn office.
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I grabbed my keys, going into the other room as Gerard hurried up to me, a paper in his hands.
“I drew a picture for you, daddy!” He exclaimed.
I looked at it. It showed him and I holding hands and there was a dead body in the background. I smiled, putting it up on the fridge.
“C’mon, we're going out,” I said.
“Where to?” He asked.
“We're going to the store,” I said.
“But it's late, they're
