Vincent
Life is better this way. It’s so much better when I am the villain and I have been a good man for long enough. Because of Dawn, I took pity on these assholes, and now my son is missing. I could have just taken care of them a long time ago, and I would be having these problems. Life would have been way nicer without them in it. Dave has already done enough damage to me and Dawn. He didn’t have it easily in jail, though; I had administered someone to make his life a living hell, and if he experienced some of that, he would. I could see from the wounds on his face the cuts on his lips. He chirped eyes that I ripped off. And just most of the ones on his arms that he strived hard to hide under his orange uniform. Life hasn’t been easy for him, and I made sure of that. I did give him c
