I required something plausible and quick to come up with. I reapplied my poker face and gave a dismissive shrug. As soon as I stated, "I think I can talk her into anal," I felt a knot form in my gut. In the very back of my throat, I could detect the taste of bile. "She indicated that she could." He narrowed his eyes as he continued to stare at me, and then he glanced at me. I did not move, and I did not take my eyes off of him at any point. I just kept staring directly into his eyes and making an effort to slow down my breathing as much as I could. The skin around the corners of his eyes scrunched up, and just as I thought I was going to burst, he flung his head back and laughed. I thought I was going to pass out. "I can hear it now!" he exclaimed as he laughed once again. "I can hear it now!" "Hey, Sheriff! I've heard that your daughter is a real pain in the rear end!" He shut the refrigerator without taking anything out of it, and as he moved out of the kitchen into the living room

She yelled out "Williams, please...," but I continued walking while attempting to prevent myself from collapsing due to the pain in my abdomen.If she had never come into contact with me, she would be in a much better position today. I had brought the vileness of my mere presence into her life, and it had ruined it. It was wrong of me to come here with the intention of hurting her or anyone else.It was supposed to be me who was killed in that vehicle accident all those years ago.If things were different, the world would be a better place.I had no choice but to agree with Shakespeare and compare my life to the one led by the lead role in The Scottish Play: "a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." After a while, I just couldn't fathom a justification for doing it.No longer did it matter to me.I ran.The early morning sheet of ice along the highways made it hard for me to run on the pavement even with my running shoes, so I stuck to the dead, brown gras

"Stop that," he commanded with his jaws clamped tightly together. You're going to get through this challenge, even though it might take a little bit of time. You're going to compete at the highest level."Even trying to listen to what he had to say was impossible for me. The difficulty of trying to move my leg, or even just twitch my toe, caused my head to start pounding, and I couldn't help but laugh. My breathing came in shallow spurts, and the monitor began to act erratically. My eyesight began to blur, and as my head began to spin, I attempted to grab onto the railing of the bed; however, my arm just flopped to one side.“Dad!”He cried, "Stop it, Williams!" at Williams. I felt his hands on my shoulders, and then I noticed another set of hands—the nurse's—holding one of my arms. Both of these sets of hands were on me at the same time. "You are going to make it so that you hurt yourself!" The nurse advised Williams to "relax" before continuing. "Should I sedate him?" you ask."No,

The major thing that kept running through my head was something that I had only recently become aware of the night before.Normally, I am able to fall asleep almost immediately because I am either too exhausted or too sedated to think about much of anything, but yesterday night was different. Even though I was exhausted, I was unable to fall asleep immediately away. My stomach was in knots, and I felt as though I should be waiting for something, but I had no idea what it was.Then it dawned on me.I was aware of what was lacking.What I had been anticipating all along.I was counting down the hours until the day would end so that I could replay all of the events in my head and store them away for future reference. I was waiting for my overactive mind to relive the events of the day, beginning with the morning and going all the way through the night.But it didn't happen.I attempted to recall what had been there before as I glanced up at the new flowers that Sharon had brought into th

He said it with an expression that was about as far removed from reason as I had ever seen it, even coming from him. "Maybe you can see a little reason," he added.During the time that I was attempting to get my breath back, he left the room.I was going to have to put her out of my mind. It was the only way to ensure her safety, at least until I could get out of this place, and I had no other choice.Could I find a way out? I mean—I was eighteen. I didn't believe he had the power to make me stay...at least not legally. Of course, the fact that the behavior in question was illegal is unlikely to have carried any weight in his mind. If only I had spoken up when I was in the hospital or rehabilitation center, maybe I would have been able to stay there longer; but, it is too late now; it is too late.It was only my father and me in this room. Even though people knew I was here, they weren't going to be seeking for me to come out and play anytime soon because I couldn't access the phone o