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Henderson
“You are a f*****g psycho! You hear me? A psycho!” Bonnie screams, tears and snot running down her face. “Five people we care about are dead, and you don’t give a f**k!”
I duck as she throws a glass, and it crashes into the wall behind me, shattering on impact. Each word she flings in my direction is as lethal as her projectiles, and the answering rage combines with my migraine to dapple my vision with specks of red.
I shouldn’t have forgotten to refill her medication. She should’ve been doped up in bed, not going through my emails and watching the f*****g news.
A plate whizzes by my ear, and I lose it.
“I do give a f**k!” I roar, rounding the table to grab her bony shoulders. “My cousin Lyle’s one of those dead people. But so what? They’ll kill all of them regardless. A
