TRUST ME
Buddy’s father and brother #1 laid into my father, beating him with their fists as Buddy’s mother, sisters and #2 went to Buddy’s aid.
Buddy’s back and arms were shredded like raw meat. The snow beneath him was soaked red, and I felt the grip of terror as I looked at him. I thought he was dead, and I knew it was my fault. Buddy had been my friend more than he had been my lover, and I had caused this to happen. Buddy’s mother yelled at his father, and he and #1 left my father beaten and bleeding in the snow and helped carry Buddy home. I just stood there. On one side of me my father, beaten and bleeding, but conscious and staggering into the house, on the other side my best friend in the whol
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