Chapter 38 Blake

I sit on my bed and hold that bottle of pills in my handI swept it into the drawer a couple of weeks ago. Now I feel like only I can quench this burning hatred in my stomach and quench my thirst for blood. Images that pass before my eyes are not at all to describe. Every director a little a better horror film would now envy my imagination and originality. The bottle rustles in my fingers as my gaze flies over the tiny ones in letters as if it would drive away images of what I want to do Perry. That one human part of me, the one belonging to Samantha, warns me that now, especially now I have to stay calm and sober, in control because everyone my wrong step can only hurt Samantha. My hands tremble at the thought of what Perry did. My father, Moby, Samantha. She made a threat and hit where I was most it hurts. If she had done anything to me, I would have survived, but to touch them, my family, in everything I have… It will not go unpunished. We got home an hour ago, I took a sho