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    ything he might be planning to hide the truth. Unfortunately, it had become
    rather clear that she couldn’t do it alone. Oliver wouldn’t allow that. He’d
    been looking at her oddly lately, with the same suspicion that had always b
    een present in his brother’s face. Mary hated that. But she’d told herself t
    hat she could fix it. She could fix it if David helped her. Oliver would be
    willing to leave quietly, if only David would help her. She hadn’t thought i
    t would be easy, but then again, she’d never expected David to be so stubbor
    n. After all, she was giving him a way out. So it was a shame, she thought,
    that he hated her so much.
    But she’d have to try again. She’d try one more time. Perhaps a few days l
    eft on his own had given David a new perspective. Or perhaps, it had made
    things worse. She wasn’t so sure. But what she was sure of, was that soone
    r or later, Frank Seaberg would be back. He wasn’t the type to leave thing
    s alone, and when he came back, he’d bring trouble with him. She had to ge
    t away from it. She had to get Oliver away from it, and if David wouldn’t
    help her, then maybe... maybe she could convince Brian. She could leave hi
    m later, with Oliver. She just needed to give Oliver more time to forget a
    bout David. Something had to work, she told herself. Something.
    .........................
    He couldn’t keep his head up anymore, and while he couldn’t recall it raining
    during his stay in his humble little prison, David was certain that there wa
    s more water coating the ground now than there’d been when he’d first arrived
    . In his last few attempts to sleep, he’d awoken with his ears clogged with i
    t in his efforts to find a comfortable spot.
    He was too tired to keep himself moving. Too hungry to stand without his s
    tomach cramping or his head spinning. He was simply experiencing... too mu
    ch. And he’d had enough. All he wanted to do was close his eyes. He felt w
    armer somehow when he closed his eyes. Perhaps it was because he was dream
    ing more, and for the first time in a long time, he found peace in his dre
    ams, because there, he wasn’t trapped. And he was so tired, willing to sli
    p away somewhere warmer, that when David actually got one of the things he
    ’d been wishing for only hours before, he almost didn’t care.
    “What do I do?”
    David hadn’t been completely certain that it was his brother’s voice he was
    hearing at first, mostly, because he’d been asking himself the same questi
    on for what seemed like ages now. Although, even in the situation he found
    himself in he couldn’t quite imagine himself sounding even that desperate.
    No, the voice narrating his own thoughts definitely sounded more angry than
    desperate.
    “You were right about them. You were right, David.”
    David opened his eyes slowly, trying to gather the energy to do more than t
    hat as he whispered, “I know I’m right.”
    “You have to tell me what to do. David, I don’t know what to do!”
    David opened his mouth once more, this time intending to speak up, but for
    several moments nothing escaped him but a series of rough coughs before h
    e sucked in a deep breath, and then chose to respond with the one thing he
    felt mattered at the moment.
    “Are you hurt?”
    “David, is that you?”
    “What do you think? Fuck. Are you or not?”
    “No, David. No.”
    David sighed. “Then what do you want?”
    Oliver’s surprise at the question accounted for his silence.
    “I don’t know what to do, David,” he finally said. “Mom lied to me.”
    David couldn’t help it when he forced a gasp to feign surprise. “You’re kidd
    ing!”
    “I’m not kidding, David! Something’s happening. Something’s wrong. They
    took all your things away. And broke your camera, David.”
    As if he had no other problems, David actually pouted. He’d liked that came
    ra.
    “And Mom let him do it,” Oliver continued. “She said you were coming back, Da
    vid, and she said that Frank would come back, but I think... I think she lied
    . David, it has to get fixed. Tell me how to fix it. I can’t do it by myself.
    I’m not like you. I’m not...”
    “Bad?” David asked blandly.
    “No, David, I’m not... I’m not smart. I’m not...”
    David wasn’t sure where he found it, but suddenly he was on his feet, lookin
    g up at the dim light seeping through the vent.
    “Don’t say that Oliver. Just... don’t. You came here, didn’t you? Oliver, let
    me out.”
    David caught himself holding his breath, and when Oliver took to long to re
    spond, he couldn’t help thinking that he had good reason to.
    “Mama said that Dad’ll hurt you if you come home,” Oliver finally said.
    “And Mama lies, Oliver!” David was quick to remind his brother. He could fe
    el his heart sinking, fear rising despite his calm demeanor. If his mom had
    given up on keeping him alive, Oliver was his last chance.
    “But what if he does, David... he’s been so angry lately...”
    “I won’t go home,” David said quickly. “Let me out, and... we can go see F [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]

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