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1905 Saint Louis

It was past midnight, of that I’m sure. My father had been gone for several days and this was the first that I had heard that he was back. I was still small for our family at the young age of four, but I was big enough for him to not flinch when he hit me with his large paws. I had been curled up in bed with one of my older sisters, Mary or something I can’t remember all their names anymore, she had been sound asleep, and stayed so, through the whining of my mother and baby as he barged through the door and slapped her as she sat rocking her newest child to sleep. I cringed and nuzzled closer to her, but she pushed me away in her sleep and rolled over, putting her cold back against my face.

“What are you doing out here?” He shouted at her as she began to whimper from the blow. “I told you to be waiting in the bed for me whenever I came home!” Father hiccuped loudly from the drink and true to form he countered it by downing the last of the bottle of whatever liquor he held in his paws and tossed it across the room. I tightened up more as the sound of the bottle smashing up broke through my mother’s muted cries.

She was trying so hard not to make a noise, he would hit her again if she did, but it must have been during one of crying times because she couldn’t hold it in anymore and began to sob.

“Bitch!” he shouted again after his hiccuping fit had passed. “You know not to make a noise unless I let you. So why are you doing it now? Huh?” Mother cried out again in pain as he struck her. “I asked you a question bitch,” and again he hit her. “Stop that crying! Now! And get someone to clean that up.” Mother’s sobbing slipped into a soft whimper that moved closer to the room that I was sharing with several of my siblings of various mothers and fathers.

Since my bed was the closet to the door she began to nudge my sister, mumbling at her to get up. She turned over onto her back, pinning my arm under her. “Make Stevie do it,” she grumbled and pulled the thin sheet up over her head only letting her ears peak out. Mother seemed to agree that I should do it as she pulled me up by the scruff of my neck, yanking my arm out from under my moody sister and tossing me into the dimly lit main room. She pointed at the corner of the room where the bottle lay in slivers and chucks on the floor ontop of two week old newspapers.

When I didn’t move she kicked me in the butt to urge me forward. I looked up at her holding the big baby in her arms and over to my father who was slumped in one of the only two chairs in the room, sipping on a hip flask. I still didn’t move and Mother knelt down next to me and whispered in my ear. “You go do that now or I’ll have’ta hit you for it, or he will, and you better hope that it’s me.” With that she kicked me again, this time not as hard and I skidded over on my paws and knees towards the pile on the floor and began to pick the pieces up.

As I scooted them onto the paper I could hear Mother and Father as they kissed, Mother sitting in his lap. I didn’t look up at them for fear that one of them might see me not working and come to hit me. But Father seemed too occupied with Mother, or really her body, though whenever she did something that wasn’t what he wanted he would hit her for hit, a loud smack or hard thump of a punch punctuated the passing of the minutes.

When I had finished clearing up most of the glass that I could find, I folded up the paper and scooted over to the trash can not far from me. Once the paper was in the can I chanced a glance over my shoulder to see if they had noticed. What meat my eyes was my Father’s face buried in the top of Mother’s dress, her eyes closed with an odd smile playing across her lips. I took that moment of distraction and darted back into my room. I pushed the door slowly closed, holding my breath so there was no noise to alert them of my absence, but I wasn’t slow enough. The door made a muted thud as it closed the sliver of light out from the darkness that was our room. I stood as still as I could, my ears’ flat to my head, tail ridged down my legs. When there was no difference in the sounds coming from the room I let out the air I had been holding in and slumped back to my bed, laying down back to back with my sister.

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1908

“Stevie?” a sickly sweet voice called. “Stevie you need to get up. It’s time for school.” I rolled over and buried my face under the pillow I was sharing with my next youngest brother.

He rolled over as well though awake. “Yeah Stevie,” he grumbled. “We got to met a whole new group of people to make fun of us today.” Ricky, my brother, then moved over me and bounced on my back a second before clambering off the bed, bumping into Mother, who had been the one calling my name.

“Get up,” she said in her normal morning voice, a horse throaty sound caused by her mourning coughing. “And get dressed, now, before your siblings eat your breakfast.”

Once I had heard her shuffle out of the room I pulled my head out from under the pillow only to be greeted by one of my sisters’ perky face. “Monin’ Stevie,” she purred happily. “You gonna stay home and play with me?”

“No,” I moaned as I push up on my paws to sit on my legs. “I’m getting out here, even if it ain’t to school I’m goin’.” After a short stretch I stumbled out of bed and into the main room, followed closely by my younger sister. When I stopped for a second she bumped right into me. “Stop following me,” I growled at her raising a paw to hit her but stopped when she winced and stepped back. “I…I…” I stuttered the beginning of an apology but shook my head, my father’s voice ringing loudly in my head: Don’t ever apologize to anyone. You don’t want to be called a sissy so don’t act like one. Apologies are a sign of weakness, and no son of mine is going to be weak. Instead I just turned around and jogged over to the table where a few of the kids were sitting though most were standing around, gobbling up their breakfast. I grabbed a piece of bread and chunk of cheese and backed away from the table, choosing to lean against the wall and watch the rest of them. Ricky came and stood next to me, rocking back and forth on his feet. I kicked at his knee and laughed when he fell over.

Ricky rolled over onto his back and glared up at me. “Whatcha do that for, Stevie?” he pouted.

“Man up,” I sneered, taking the last bite of my bread. But he didn’t seem to like that too much more than the kick. He got up on his knees and lunged for my legs, bringing me down to the floor with him where we tumbled about for a good minute, hitting and punching each other as the other kids stood around and cheered whichever one of us they liked better on, before our father came stumbling out of the back bedroom that was his and Mother’s.

“STOP!” he growled at us, which we promptly did, but that didn’t cool his anger any. Father came over to us, parting the ring of children around him. He grabbed each of us by the front of our shirts and plopped us down on our feet in front of him. “Now,” he began a little groggily, “as glad as I am to see you two fightin’ so nicely there, you woke me up.” He looked us both over for a moment before he went on. “And you know what that means.” Ricky and I nodded, but kept our eyes riveted on the floor. “Good,” he said and then without warning slapped us both upside the head and turning on his heel went back to bed, leaving an odd silence in his wake.

Finally Mother broke the spell and stomped over to us, slapping each across the face in a single blow. “Why did you have to go and do that? Now he’s going to be grouchy all day and I’m the one who has to deal with that.” She hit me again and stomped to the door of the bedroom, loosing her apron as she went and pushing the door open softly and calling out Father’s name before disappearing inside.

Not too long after that most of the older kids picked up their books and jackets and headed out the door for their respective schools.

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1908 (continued)

When Ricky and I got to school it was the same old thing as normal. We didn’t look rich by any means. Ratty pants that were at least a size too big, dingy shirts with odd stains and shoes, that though matching and new weren’t the best. The kids that were running around on the playground looked and sneered at us. We weren’t even going to one of those fancy schools where all the kids were rolling in loot, but everyone there still seemed to think them better than us even if we lived in the same neighborhood.

As we walked over to one of the climbing sets one of the older boys kicked sand at us, which didn’t go over as well as he hoped. In the same moment both of use dropped the few books we had belted together and turned as a unit of sorts to glare at them.

“Whatcha do that for?” Ricky asked as he pushed up the sleeves of his shirt. “All we was doin’ was walking by and you had to go and kick things at us. Who do you think you are?” I tensed my fist and set my jaw.

“Well who do you think you are that we can’t do that?” the boy who had kicked the dirt said as the rest of his crew nodded and gathered closer around him. There were five of them to the two of us; though we had other siblings there the likelihood of them helping out was slim.

I could almost see the steam rising out of Ricky’s ears and I chanced a glance at him. With a short nod I turned back around to face the gang in front of us and within seconds we had both charged forward, fist swinging. And just like at home, a group gathered around us chanting us on. Now while Ricky and me had had a lot of fighting experience, even with older boys, they still had the upper hand in the fight. Two of them got a hold of me and held my arms back as the leader of the group punched me in the gut as Ricky tossed about in the dirt with the last two, seemingly losing.

Finally a small group of teachers came storming out of the building, breaking our fight up. The older boys dropped me from their grip, falling face first onto the ground as Ricky jumped up and away from the others. Then one of the teachers started to go on about how fighting wasn’t the answer and some other useless stuff which I, as I’m sure Ricky did, ignored. When he was finished with his rant the other teachers escorted us inside to the man’s office, which turned out to be the principal. Calling us each into the room in turn. I was surprised not to hear the sounds of crying from the spankings I was sure that he was giving out, but each of the older boys walked out of the office without the slightest look of pain on their faces.

At last he called both me and my brother in together. Sitting in the two chairs positioned right in front of the desk, we both looked down at our laps, knowing all too well what might happen if we looked a man of authority in the face. Ricky sniffed some and wiped at the dried blood around his nose.

“Now boys,” the man began. “The other’s tell me that you were the ones who started the fight and unprovoked at that. Is that true?” he asked, looking us both over. When neither of us responded he shook his head again. “I thought this would be how it would go.” He turned round in his chair to face the window behind him. “Well someone is going to have to take the blame, and it’s going to be one of you.”

I looked over at Ricky’s face; a nice bruise was beginning to show on his check. I set my face and took a deep breath. “It was me,” I said as strong as I could. “I started the fight.”

The principal turned back to face us, with a smile on his face. “Now that’s what I like to hear,” he began. “A boy taking responsibility for his actions. I’m glad we didn’t have to call your parents down here for this.” With another smirk he looked to Ricky and nodded. “You may go on to class now. Your brother and I have some things to talk about in private.”

Ricky looked over at me a little worried but I just shook my head. Turning to look the principal in the face, I refused to look at Ricky, refused to let him talk me out of this. Finally he left the room and I was alone with my punishment.

“Now this is going to hurt me more than it’ll hurt you,” he said as he pulled down the paddle that hung next to the window I thought that he had been looking out.

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Summer 1913

I sat at the table, listening to my mother read off the list of offences that I and a few other’s had had at school this year alone. “…and another fight two days ago. That brings the total to twelve fights of Steven alone, not counting all the ones that Ricky was in. Let alone the two months total that he’s cut school. They aren’t going to let him back into the school if he keeps acting like this, and there aren’t many schools left that will take him either.” Mother flopped down in the seat across from me and Ricky. We were the biggest troublemakers in the house, and that was a title that I used proudly.

Father sighed and shook his head, sipping on his hip flask of some booze or the other, didn’t matter to him as long as he was getting drunk. “Steven, Richard, getoverhere,” he slurred and gestured toward the floor next to him. Standing in unison we walked over next to him, both of us standing at least a head taller than him seated. Grumbling something about ‘stupid boys’ he stood up, towering over us and blocking out the only light in the kitchen, leaving us in an odd twilight.

I know what’s coming next, I know what he’s going to do to us, I’m thinking about running but I know that it’ll be worse if I do. So I prep myself like I’m goin’ into a fight, getting ready for the pain so I can push it away and not cry out because he’ll hit you harder if you do. After an agonizingly long time, which was really only a minute or two, he finally let loose on us, alternating between me and Ricky.

It seemed like he was taking all his anger out on us, beating us to the floor only to pull us up by our shirts, or hair or ears. But I knew that wasn’t the case, and if it was Father was a very angry man. He always had something to shout at you about or hit you for.

Finally he was done, Ricky lay sprawled out on his back with a bloody nose and a black eye, I was crouched on my knees with a split lip and some very sore spots on my ribs. “Now get out of my sight,” Father said as he flopped back into his chair, closing his eyes, and panting from the effort of swinging his fist at us.

I stood up and bit at my lip, the pain in my ribs was worse when I stood, but I didn’t cry out or show any signs of weakness that he could use against me. But Ricky wasn’t getting up so fast, he laid on the floor, blinking with his good eye, his chest lifting slightly with his constrained breathing.

Mother came over and stood in front of him, blocking Father’s view and pulled up Ricky by his shirt until he was at least sitting up right. “Ricky, love,” she cooed in a loving sort of way, though I could hear the lie of it from where I stood. “Time to go.” She let go of his shirt and he fell back some, not expecting the sudden release. I stepped behind him to stop the fall, but that didn’t stop their anger. First mother slapped Ricky across the cheek, leaving a red spolt on his already bruised and blood face. “Get up before he comes for you again,” she whispered in a hoarse voice, betraying the lie she had used before.

But Father heard her and opened his eyes with a swinging arm, pushing her out of the way. She hit the wall hard and with a muffled cry collapsed to the floor. “I told you to get lost,” he said with even more anger than before. He stood up and glared down at Ricky. “Get yer lazy ass as up and out that door,” he went on as he kicked at him a few times.

I reached down and yanked him up as fast as I could, running out the door in seconds. I didn’t stop running until we were a good two blocks away. I slowed and stopped in front of run down looking store, putting my back to the wall I stood, catching my breath.

“He’s going to kill us,” Ricky said as he wiped at the tears rolling down his cheek. “What are we going to do, Steven? He ain’t going to let us back into the house now.”

I looked around for a bit and sighed. “We’ll think of something,” I said at length. “I’m sure it isn’t as bad as we think. He probably got his anger out about that on us, so we just stay out of sight and everything will be okay.”

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1913 (continued)

I hadn’t been home in over a week, Ricky a bit less. Last time we had both been home together it hadn’t been nice. I still had the bruise on my bottom where Father had kicked me. We had been spending the nights at some friends’ house, rotating through them, though some nights we couldn’t and we spent the dark time in the park. It wasn’t anything new to us; we’d been doing things like this for a long time. The park was better than home, because at least there you could sleep without hearing someone get beat.

Last night had been a park night. It hadn’t been to cold, almost a bit too warm really. I could hear Ricky still snoring a few feet away from me. “Shut it, Ricky,” I grumbled, and rolled to hit him, but he was just out of reach. Sitting up I was greeted with the bright sun and an aching back. The park was nice for some things, but pain free sleep wasn’t one of them. I stretched some before crawling over to wake up Ricky. “Come on,” I said I pushed his shoulder some. “We gotta move. I’m hungry.”

Ricky just grumbled and rolled over onto his side. I sighed and sat back on my feet, At least he’s stopped snoring, I thought. Finally he rolled onto his back again and looked up at the sky with blurry eyes. “Did you say something about food?” he asked as he sat up on his elbows and turned his head towards me.

I nodded and stood up, picking my jacket and hat up off the ground. “Yeah. If we’re lucky somebody’ll feed us. But we gotta move fast.” Ricky stood, picking up his things and pulling on his jacket, and we took off at a jog out of the park, heading back towards our friends house. “I’ll race ya,” I said looking over to him with a wide grin.

“You’ll win,” he said without looking back. “But why not, might stand a chance.” Without another warning he took off running.

I laughed and took off after him, catching up very quickly. “I am going to win,” I called over to Ricky as I passed him by, not really breaking much of a sweat. We skidded out of the park, taking a quick right we ran down a rather busy morning street, weaving in and out of the people.

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1913 (continued)

Rounding the last corner of our run, I stopped just outside the yard to a friend’s house, skidding to a halt to look behind me to see how far back Ricky was. Surprisingly he wasn’t that far behind, only a few feet really. He slid into me some as he slowed his head long run. Panting and out of breath we both stood for a moment, breathing as deep as we could.

“You,” Ricky began but paused to take another breath. “You won. I knew I didn’t stand a chance racing you.”

I chuckled some but soon stopped as well, my lungs still heaving. “Yeah well you were close. Almost caught me two streets ago. If it weren’t for that old lady that got in my way…” I trailed off looking back to the porch of the house where Edmund’s mother stood wiping her paws on her apron, something I had never seen our mother do.

“You boys sure are fast,” she laughed, a soft musical sound, as she walked forward down the steps. “Mrs. Trevino from down the block called to tell me you were coming. Said she saw a flash out her window and she knew it had to be you Steven. I must agree with her, I haven’t ever seen anyone run as fast you.”

I blushed some and looked down at my feet, Ricky doing the same, though his flush must be out of jealousy. “Ah, Mrs. Blankenship, I ain’t that fast.” I kicked at rock with my toe, but didn’t look up, even when she laughed again.

“I’m sure you’re here for breakfast,” Mrs. Blankenship sighed and she reached out for my shoulder. “Come on, I just put the plates on the table, you’d better hurry before Edmund and John eat it all.”

You didn’t have to tell either of us twice. “Yes, ma’am,” Ricky and I said together before taking off up steps and into the kitchen where our friend Edmund sat devouring the food with his father.

“’orin’” Ed called through a mouthful of toast, his father merely nodding at us as he sipped his coffee.

Ricky slipped into the seat next to Edmund, knowing that his mother sat across for her men so as to look at them. Taking the empty seat next to Mr. Blankenship I pulled my hat off and combed my hair back out of my face as she came to sit between us, her tail brushing up against my leg as she adjusted her skirt and apron before sitting. I felt my face flush again at her touch and I stared down at the pile of pancakes sitting in the center of the table. “Well dig in, don’t just stare at it,” Mrs. Blankenship said with a warming smile.

I nodded and began to reach for the eggs, Ricky having got to the pancakes first.

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Fall 1913

“Come on,” I pleaded. “It’ll be fine, really. Ain’t any worse than the trouble that I get in all the time. And they let me back in. Come on, you used to skip school all the time Eddy why not now?”

Edmund looked over to me from the other side of the swings in the playground, a frown creasing his brows down. “I don’t know, Flash,” he sighed. “I got things to do and all…”

Ricky sighed as well and punched Edmund in the arm. “So what? I got things to do too but you don’t see me going to class.” Ricky stood up and stood in front of me and Edmund. “Ed, man, you gotta come, it ain’t going be any fun without you.”

I nodded in agreement with Ricky and stared swing again. “You’re going to be the only one in class, and if we ain’t there those idiots will start picking on you again and you know how much that dope of a teacher is gonna help you.”

The chains of the swing made loud creaking noise that was almost over bearing, and as I well knew very annoying to Eddy. A few of the younger kids came running around us as Eddy sat thinking it over. They were trying to get onto the few swing that were left, but Ricky stopped them by glaring at them with a loud growl. Ricky and I were the biggest kids on the playground, and almost the biggest kids in the school. At twelve I was almost as tall as a few of the teachers here, I had already reached my mother’s height, and there didn’t seem to be any signs that I was going to stop growing. Father was tall, why shouldn’t I be, right?

Finally after what seemed forever, Edmund agreed and I jumped of the swing and into Ricky, catching him off guard. Both of us tumbled to the ground where we rolled and wrestled in the dirt for a moment before he pushed away from me, laughing loudly. “Come on,” he said hopping to his feet. “Let’s get going then, the days wasting away.” Grabbing his books up off the ground he was off running and out the gate to the school yard, only catching the attention of a few kids he almost ran into.

“You go next,” I said to Eddy as I handed him his own books. “I can move fast so I can wait.”

He shook his head some. “No, I think I’ll wait till the bell rings and go when no one’s looking.”

I laughed at that and pushed him forward. “No you’re going now, while no one’s looking, if you wait you’ll get caught, so go now before I have to hit you to go.” He sighed and took off, not running but not really walking to fast either, just meandering towards the gate. I sighed and shook my head at him, silently yelling at him to move it.

Edmund made it out the gate right before the bell rang, leaving me to run through the mass of kids who were moving in the opposite direction I was. But I made it through and met the other two down the street from the school at a corner store, where Ricky was licking at a lollypop that I was sure he hadn’t paid for.

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The three us of sat in the park looking out at the small pound that bordered the one edge. Between us laid the fruits of that day’s out of school labor. We’d snuck of to Edmund's house and gotten sandwiches and juice drinks. There was a wispy cloud of smoke that hung above our heads, not being blown off in the still air. The silence that had settled over us as we finished eating was broken by Ricky cursing.

“Damnit,” he groaned. “I’m never gonna get this damn ring right. Always coming out smashed or too damn big.” He took another drag on the cigarette he was sharing with Eddy, though I couldn’t tell if it was out of anger or to try again.

Eddy laughed at him while he took the smoke from him as the rings he tried to blow out turned more into a lopsided cone of smoke than anything else. “Just give in, you’re never going to get it right.” Eddy took his own drag with a smirk.

Ricky took the cigarette back quickly and after taking one of the last pulls on it leaned over and pushed it into Eddy’s arm as he held it still with his other paw. “You wanna say that again?” he asked him in a very angry tone.

Eddy just yelled in pain and punched at his arm trying to get him off. When Ricky wouldn’t let up, Eddy tackled him as best he could and the two of the tumbled around throwing hard punches at each other.

I just sat back watched the two of them as I puffed on my own cigarette until they came rolling into me. That’s when I got up and pulled them apart, knocking my brother in the stomach for good measure. “Cut it out.”

Ricky looked up to me with a split lip, blood running down his chin and onto his shirt. It went nicely with the yellowing bruise on his jaw from father and the blueish-green one under his eye from the fight with Jones the other day. He glared out right at me before storming off. “Bastard,” he called over his shoulder as he flipped us off and disappeared behind a group of trees.

“Ditto,” I called back with a huff looking over to Eddy.

He spit out some blood again and turned his face to me, his right eye swelling shut from where Ricky’d hit him good. “How bad is it?” he asked touching it tenderly.

Sighing heavily I shook my head. “It should distract you from that burn for a while,” I said sourly walking over to him as I tossed the butt of the smoke away. “Your mom’s gonna kill you, you now that right?”

Eddy’s shoulders slumped and his ears dropped. “I don’t want to go home,” he said softly. “Sure I can’t come to your place? I doubt that anyone would notice me there, you got so many siblings as it is.”

I just shook my head. A firm no. We’d talked about it before. We could go anywhere in the city we wanted to go but not to our house. That was like walking into a war zone as far as I was concerned and I didn’t want to go to war.

I didn’t realize how late it was until I saw some kids coming into the park. “We should get you home,” I said looking back to a pouting and whimpering Edmund. “I’ll miss ya,” I said with a laugh trying to get him in a better mood.

He just sniffed and nodded, picking up his books from the grass. “Yeah, miss ya too.”

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I would have normally raced Eddy home but I didn’t think that he was up to it with the pending doom that was weighing down his small shoulders. He walked with his face turned down, trying to hide his black eye from the people he passed in case they knew his mother and phoned home about it before he could make it there. He seemed to be shrinking in on himself from the weight of things.

“Eddy?” I asked tentatively. “You okay buddy? Not beating yourself up on the inside too much right?”

He just grunted and shrugged his hunched shoulders.

I sighed but dropped it, not knowing what else to say to it. I stuck my paws into my pockets having left my school books in the hidden brush that me and Ricky used in the park when we didn’t feel like going home. When we’d finally made it to Eddy’s house he looked up at the now imposing wall with doors and windows and shrank in on himself in fear. “Come on,” I said pushing him in the back to move him forward. “You gotta face her at some point.”

Eddy just nodded and made his way slowly up the walkway and into the house, head still hanging low. He walked like a man on his way to gallows, nearly crying for fear of it. “I can’t…” he said when he stood at the door, sniffing back tears. “I can’t do it…”

“Be a man,” I said firmly trying to sound as much like my father as I could. “Men don’t cry and they don’t hang their head’s in shame either. So buck up and take it like a man.”

I thought that I had done a fairly poor job in convincing him to act otherwise, but his shoulder’s lifted as did his head, though he still looked close to crying. He opened the door and I followed him inside closing it behind me. Normally he would be calling out to his mother that he was home but today he looked to me a little pleadingly.

“Mrs. Blankenship,” I called out a bit softly at first before raising my volume as I stepped into the house. “Mrs. Blankenship Eddy and I are here.” There was a stirring in the kitchen and then her head appeared round the door way.

“Eddy, Flash,” she said with a soft smile that left my cheeks burning. “I’m so happy to…”she had finally looked to her smaller son standing a little ways behind and off to the side of me. “What happened?” She asked in a very concerned voice as she hurried over next to him taking his face gently in her paws.

When Edmund wasn’t forthcoming with answers to the questions she was rambling off at him she looked at me a mix of curiosity, anger, and pain etched on her face. “Who did this to him?” she asked me her eyes pleading.

“Ricky,” I replied in a soft mumbled as I looked away, not wanting her to see how pink my face was turning from her gaze at me.

“Ricky?” she asked confused as she gripped Eddy’s burn unknowingly until he whimpered from the pain. “Why would Ricky beat him up?” she asked looking the burn over with a sour face knowing what it was from.

I just scratched the back of my head for a moment, pushing my derby hat up in the back. “Well…” I began looking at anything in the room that wasn’t her or Eddy. When I didn’t say more she moved away from Edmund to come and stand in front of me, the top of her head not much higher than mine. I looked at her dead in the face and shrugged. “He laughed at him, Eddy did, laughed at Ricky. He didn’t take it to kindly so he put his cigarette out on his arm, so Ed tackled him and they fought.”

She turned away from me, shaking her head, her wonderful soft brown hair spinning with her movements. “You boys will be the death of me,” she said softly, almost to the point where I couldn’t hear her. Spinning around she looked at me first and then Eddy with tears in her eyes a mix of anger and pain. “What were you all doing smoking anyways, you know how awful that is for you, and it’s dangerous and boys your age shouldn’t be doing it. Let alone at school of all places, I’ll just have to have a word with your teachers about this.” She paced in front of us as she ranted about things.

“We didn’t go to school today, momma,” Edmund said with a sniff, not looking up from his feet.

At her son’s words she wheeled to face me, her eyes burning with real anger this time. My face flushed bright red and I looked away, I couldn’t see her like that, looking at me with that anger. “Steven, you skipped school again? And took my Eddy with you?” her voice was cold, it started to sound like my mother’s and that sent shivers down my spine.

No not her, she can’t be like mother. Please don’t hate me.

She advanced on me pulling my chin up firmly to look at her, holding me in place. Not that she need her paw there, the anger in her eyes rooted me to the floor, she would have had to dig me up to move me now. She just held me there, staring into my eyes, burning through into my skull with those almond orbs. After what felt like an hour to me she dropped her paw from my chin and walked away. But I couldn’t move my body, my eyes following after her as she disappeared from the room back into the kitchen, totting Edmund along after her.

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I’d been sitting up in Edmund’s room for what felt like ages. Eddy was stretched out his bed, holding a towel full of ice tentatively over his swollen eye, the other eye blinking slowly. Eddy hadn’t spoken since he balled his eyes out down in the kitchen as his mother patched him up. He tried hard to keep up with me and Ricky but it was clear that we were made of different things.

The silence that had settled over the house was broken by the sounds of Mr. Blankenship coming home from work at his auto repair shop. Eddy groaned like he’d been hit again. “I’m dead,” he grumbled.

“I dunno,” I shrugged and shifted some on the floor in front of the bed. “Your mom didn’t seem to mad with you, if anyone is dead it’s me. I can’t leave until me and your dad have ‘talked.’” I closed my eyes, there was a nagging feeling in my brain, I pushed it off as a cigarette craving and ignored all the other emotions swirling around in my head.

“Maybe we’re goin’ together,” he replied with a forced laugh. I could hear his dad as he walked through the house, the sound his footsteps made as they went from the front door into the kitchen sounded like hammers nailing in the final set of nails into our coffins.

There was a murmur of voices in the kitchen, sending a shiver down my spine at the eerily familiar sounds of parents talking about my wrong doings. I’m sure it wasn’t anything that Edmund was used to, what with him being a much better student and son than me and Ricky, but I’m sure at my house it wouldn’t make much of a difference, they’d find something that was wrong.

Finally the sound of footsteps came towards Edmund’s room, followed by another loud groan from my friend stretched out on the bed. The door opened and Edmund’s father’s head appeared in the doorway followed by his body and then his wife.

Mr. Blankenship looked over his son who had sat up in bed, looking a bit more terrified now that his old man was in front of him. With a sigh he looked down at me on the floor, and then without speaking tilted his head back, spun on his heel and left the room.

Edmund’s mother came over to sit on the edge of the bed as I stood up, giving her one last glance before I followed the older man out the door and into the hall way where he stood leaning against the door into the washroom.

“Steven,” he began, looking at me with a mix of sad and serious eyes. “What are you doing with your life?”

I blinked at him, that’s all I could do. There was no thought; it wasn’t like I had things planed. I just went with things, living each day as it came. Though most adults didn’t seem to get that concept. So I didn’t say anything.

He let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose some before looking at me again. “Come work for me,” he said simply. “Come work for me if you aren’t going to stay in school.”

A job. Really? Me working? That was funny, and to prove that point further I laughed before I had time to stop it. That earned me a bit of a look, but Mr. Blankenship didn’t say anything about it. Wow, he really meant it. After what felt like an entirety I nodded a slight yes. “Why the hell not,” I said with a shrug and a crooked grin up at him.

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"Come on kitten," I called after the girl swaying her hips away from me. It seemed that I wasn't what she was looking for. Fine I'd just find some other girl willing to have a fun with me. "Your loss honey, not mine."

My brother chose that moment of anger to come back over to the bar where I was standing. "She really seemed to go for it," he chuckled, looking smug, even more so as he blew out a perfect smoke ring. He'd gotten it down finally, and he'd felt the need to rub it into everyone's face, especially into Edmund's.

"Don't even know why you came out with me," I grumbled, looking down at the bar top for a bit, not wanting to talk about the girl walking away. "You got homework to be doing."

He laughed loudly at that, rubbing out his cigarette in an ash tray. "Right, because I totally love doing homework...oh yeah and I've got a place to do it at. Knew you were holding out on me Flash, got an apartment somewhere and we've just been living out on the street for shits and giggles huh?"

I growled at him, raising an eyebrow in a warning fashion. That smart mouth of his was going to get himself into trouble one of these days and I almost hoped I wasn't around to get him out but still be able to laugh at his sorry ass. I didn't speak to him again, just sipped at the whiskey that I had gotten from the bartender with a bit of a suspicious look. I was tall, as was Ricky, at seventeen I was probably almost as tall as I was going to get, reaching six foot two now. Ricky wasn't far behind at five foot ten, but there was no way he'd be as tall as me, I was always taller and he was broader. But we worked well together that way, never been caught by the fuzz or angry bouncers for not paying the tab.

It wasn't like I wanted to be living on the streets for the rest of my life, but that's all we could do. I suppose would could have taken Mrs. Blankenship up on her offer of 'our house is always open to you' though I knew she wasn't very fond of the way our lives where going and she didn't want us to drag Edmund down with us. Ricky though seemed fine with this transient life style we were in. And I had to say it wasn't so bad, better than being at home as far as either of us was concerned. Anything was better than that.

Almost as if he knew what I was thinking Ricky leaned over towards me and started talking again. "I was thinking about going home," he said with a almost nervous kind of air about him. "You know, just to check on Ruth. Make sure that she's doing alright."

Ruth was one of the only siblings that we had that was fully ours, both of the same parents at least. She was a sweet little girl last time we saw her, neither of us had been home in at least two years, for me it had been less but Ricky couldn't face Dad again.

"Sure," I nodded, downing the last of my drink before putting the empty cup down next to the few others that were both mine and Ricky's. "You want me to go with?"

He snorted at that, pushing off the bar and crossing his arms over his chest. "What? You don't think that I can handle myself?" It was well known between us that the only thing in all the world that Ricky even slightly feared was our father, and there was good reason to fear him.

I shook my head, long, tangled hair falling into my face. "No I know you can, doesn't mean you have to." He snorted another laugh at that and turned away from me. But I knew the face that he was trying to hide, knew the look in his eyes. "Rick, I don't have to, and I'm not going to come unless you want me to do it."

He finally turned round after a long moment in silence with his back to me. "No, I'll go on my own. What's the worst that can happen? He kills me?" He laughed again and started towards the door of the speak, me following close behind.

We walked quickly, trying to keep from really drawing attention to us, though that was harder than it sounded because of our height and size. This was our only down fall when it came to skipping out on bills, being too noticeable. Now if only that worked with women as well as it did the bouncers. We had made it almost to the door before the bartender noted our absence and 'sounded the alarm' as it were.

Soon two big men, as big as me and Ricky stood blocking our path out the door, reaching inside their coats for something. "Oh no need for toys," Ricky said with a mischievous little chuckle, cocking an eyebrow at them. They didn't back down and we weren't going to either.

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((A bit of an Adult Warning I guess should be put here. It's nothing overly graphic I don't think but some people might find it so. There's also an excessive amount of foul language so if you don't like that, don't read it. Please see OOC for proper explanation to this sudden change.))

It had been a very long time since I’d been home. Flash and I having ‘left’ it long before we’d stopped coming back to eat. And it didn’t seem that they had noticed or cared either way that the two of us were gone.

Standing outside the door to the small set of rooms that my family…if you could even what they all were a family…lived in was almost surreal.

Just leave now, they don’t care about you. They haven’t sent anyone to look for you…

That damn fucking voice again. Always going on and on in my head, second guessing everything I do and say, always telling me what to do and not to do. And damn it if sometimes it didn’t make sense.

But I wasn’t going to listen to it, not now, not ever. After flicking away the butt of my cigarette I opened the door onto the war zone that was my former home.

Nothing at all had changed about the place though there seemed to be fewer kids in diapers which was either a sign of Mother’s age or Father stepping out more often. The room was still a cluttered and dingy affair that showed that someone had tried to clean but with the sheer amount of people milling about in it every day any effort was wasted effort.

It’s thoughts like that that got you hit…

God I wish it would stop already.

A few of the younger kids looked up at me with lost and scared faces as I walked into the main room like I belonged there. But I’m sure that looking at any man that looked like their tormentor would scare them even if that man wasn’t there to hurt them. I walked through looking for the reason I had bothered at all to come to his hell whole again.

I found her soon enough sitting at a small table along the wall, with what should have been a tubby little toddler on her lap. Ruth was smiling and tickling the little boy on the stomach as I made my way over to her. She looked up when I stood a few paces back from her, a smile quickly lighting up her face as she recognized me. “Ricky,” she said in her sweet voice, something she must have gotten from outside the house, because there was hardly anything sweet in here.

She’s just playing you…

Fuck.

“Long time no see brother,” she said looking me over with tired eyes, eyes that had aged far beyond her mere twelve years. She moved a paw away from the wiggling kitten in her lap to run her fingers though her long, dirty blonde hair, tossing it over an ear as she pulled the paw back to the baby. There was something off about her, I could tell, something she was hiding. But I just couldn’t place what yet.

I nodded some at her words, coming out of the bit of the daze that I’d been in since walking into the room. “Yeah,” I nodded a bit, still trying to focus. “Who’s?” I asked of the kitten in her lap. It was a normal question in a house where not all siblings share the same parents.

“Our mom’s,” Ruth said with a shrug, which meant the father was unknown. “She was working again for a while.” Another shrug but this time when she moved her head her hair fell off her ear and I could see what she was hiding.

Her ear, or rather lack thereof, was awful to look at, but somehow once I’d seen it, I couldn’t look away. From where I stood I could see that a good back portion of her ear was gone as was the tip, it looking oddly short now compared to the other ear with its slight tuff. The fur was gone from her ear as well, going all the way back into her hair line. The exposed skin was a raw pink that stood out harshly against the lighter tones of her fur and hair. It looked burnt as well as ripped.

Bastard.

Fucking bastard is right.

I tensed with the sudden anger that rushed through me. Ears going back and lip curling in a snarl. I would…would…do nothing. He’d kill me if I even tried to do something about this. That realization made me angrier and a low growl started in my throat.

Calm. Not in front of her.

Fuck you.

Ruth looked up at me with confused and scared eyes until she realized what I was staring at. “Ricky, just let it go. He’ll kill you.”

“I know.” I just clenched my paws into fist but I let my face relax, pulling over a spindly stool with my foot I sat down and looked moodily at the wall.


I wasn’t there too long before Father came home. Drunk out of his mind like normal. Seems that Prohibition had only made him more of a drunk, which made him more of a violent bastard, which made him a worse father, raising awful children. Wasn’t that the kind of thing it was suppose to prevent?

It took him a few minutes after his customary shouting and hitting after entering the house to notice that I was there.

Keep it cool, hold it together.

God, shut the fuck up.

I clenched my then relaxed paws into fist out of anger and fear. I stayed put, not moving, waiting to see what he would do, seeing if I needed to run.

Choices. Damn the choices. Running, fighting, just letting him beat the shit out of me, using my sister as a shield. Damn it all.

Father started towards me, bottle in one paw, lipstick smeared on his shirt collar, hat off set. He reeked. It was obvious he’d been out for a day or two, the smell of sweat and liquor and stale cigarettes clouded the air around him almost making me gag because of my sensitive nose.

I sat still, thinking trough my choices as he advanced on me slurring out some nonsense. Not that it matter what he said it would all end the same way.

Choices.

Running. Running wasn’t a manly thing to do, and as much I hateed the bastard, I couldn’t be made less of man.

Fighting. He’d kill me. Father always won. Always.

Shield. No, I wouldn’t let her get hurt more. Let alone how weak that would make me look.

Beaten. Well I could take that. Years of his and Mother’s abuse had built up a high pain tolerance in me.

He was right up on me now and I’d made up my mind despite that annoying fucking voice disagreeing with me. An even better incentive to do it. I stood up and braced myself for the punch, the kick, the bottle to the face whatever was going to come.

What I wasn’t expecting was the claw swipe across my chest. I could feel it as his claws caught in my skin, on more so than the others as he dug them in, pulling down and across till he reached my hip, ripping open my actually good shirt as he went, maniacal laughter ringing the whole while, not that I heard it though.

I hissed out through clenched teeth, having long since learned not to cry out in front of him. The pain was intense. I could feel the tug through my fur and skin down to my muscles, he could have ripped me open to the core right then and there and I’m sure it couldn’t hurt much worse than this…this…torture.

Once his claws had left my flesh I hunched over a bit, digging my own claws into my palms to keep from grabbing at my bleeding front or from swinging out at him as he stood there, grinning like a mad man. He took a few staggered steps back, looking near to falling over as he did so.

Run, run now.

And for the first time I chose to listen. Shooting out the door and away from that whole place without a look back.

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It hurt so bad. The white of my shirt front, what was left of it at least, was gone. Everything down my front looked like I had dumped a bucket of red paint down my front and hand't bothered to wash up. It was black, red, pink. All those shades of colors that only seemed to come out when you didn't want to see them. Made it even worse knowing it was your own amount of blood down your front.

I would have thought at this point, I would have stopped feeling the pain in the cut...slash...wound...gash...call it whatever the fuck you wanted to...it should have been gone. But damn. It was deep. I pressed a cold finger to the opening, cringing some as the pressure shot up into my brain. Suppose I should have been happy that I could feel, that I was still alive for that matter...but God damnit all if I didn't feel like dieing might not have been a better alternative then living through this and waiting for it to heal up.

Stumbling the last few steps down the street I finally turned and headed up the last street. I wasn't heading to the park where Flash was suppose to be waiting for me. No, I was going somewhere where I was only slightly more welcome then my old home. I looked up, down the row of nice, clean looking houses and sighed with relief as I saw Edmund's place come into view.

His dad's new car was out in the street. Joy, just the man I wanted to see.

He'll help, you know he will.

I just growled, and wished I hadn't because it took too much effort to do it.

He'd give you a job too...

That was enough...too much really. I wish it'd just stop.


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He'd been gone too long, but that hadn't changed my mind. I knew before he left that he wasn't going to be coming out of that house unscathed. So I took a preemptive move and came over to see good old Eddy and his mother. His darling, lovely, beautiful mother Helen. Problem was that his dad was home too and he wasn't overly happy about the fact that I'd skipped out of work that day and here I was sitting in his kitchen eating his food along with his son.

He didn't say anything to me, just gave me a look and sat down at the table to start in on what was left of his dinner. I kept my eyes down, adverted away from anything in the room least I give something away about anything. It was an awkward sort of silence in the kitchen then, just the sounds of plates and cutlery clinking against each other and the shift and groans of the old wood chairs as their occupants shifted themselves about.

Finally Helen spoke, looking up to me with an inquiring kind of head tilt that slid her hair over her shoulder and around to the front. "Where's Ricky?" she asked as she placed a cut of chicken into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully as she looked at me. Waiting.

I gulped loudly, causing me to hiccup for a moment before I finally looked up at her with an embarrassed flush to my face. "Home...?" I offered with a shrug, because I couldn't honestly say at that moment if he was or not.

"Oh? Is that so?" she asked with an almost pleased tone, though it was tainted with dislike of the idea. "So you two have made up with Nicholas then?" The woman seemed so blissfully unaware of how that was such a crazy notion to even consider. Eddy and John got it, but not her.

"Ah..." I began before shoving food into my mouth again to have time to think of an answer.

Eddy though came to my rescue and spoke for me. "No way, ma," he laughed, shaking his head. "Ricky prolly went to go visit Ruth." She nodded at her son, a disappointed look on her face as she went back to chewing in silence.

After a while she opened her mouth to speak again but didn't get the chance as the door bell rang and there was a loud thump from the other side of the door, like something large and heavy hitting the wooden front porch. I didn't think as I stood. Knowing far too well who it could be on the other side of the door.

Helen just looked after me as did Eddy, both a little wide eyed. But John was up and after me, following close on my heels, it being his house and all I supposed, or he knew who it was too. When I got to the door I yanked it open and didn't even bother to look up to see if there was anything there as I reached to grab the slumped form of my brother up off his knees.

There was a loud gasp behind us as it seemed Helen had found her feet again, though she was leaning against the door frame now as she stared at my brother. John was cursing something fierce under his breath as he took hold of the other side of Ricky and pulled him into the house. Ricky made no protest as he was tugged over to the couch, there being no protests from anyone else either despite knowing the fabric was going to be covered in blood soon.

He just slumped down into the cushions, eyes half closed as he looked out into the room. I pulled his jacket open, fingers searching along the rip in his shirt for the beginning of the wound, John on the other side searching for the end. Ricky just cringed at the touches, keeping his sounds to mere grunts.

"Shit," John hissed out as his fingers finally stopped halfway down Ricky's hip, my fingers almost to his collarbone. I turned to look for Helen, but she was gone. In her place stood Edmund, looking ever so un-shocked by this. He just nodded his head behind him, knowing I was looking for his mother. I could hear her moving about the kitchen now and relaxed a bit that she was on it.

Her voice rang out a moment later. "Do you think you could move him into here? There's better light for me to sew him up then out there." I looked to John who just sighed, anger flashing in his eyes but it wasn't directed at anyone in the house at the time.

He stood up, sliding his arm around behind Ricky's shoulders and started to pull him up. I did the same and soon enough we'd lugged the dead weight form of my brother into the kitchen, Eddy bracing the chair from sliding as we dropped him down onto the seat. John pushed him forward and helped me take his jacket and what was left of his shirt off.

Helen came back from the living room which she had gone into as we came out, holding a large curved needle and spool of thread. "His pants'll have to go too," she said shaking her head as she looked Ricky over. Calm and cool.

I just nodded and shifted him back, stripping him down to next to nothing now. I couldn't help but chuckle some, thinking that if he were more aware right now he'd be blushing in embarrassment at his state of dress. Edmund shot me a look of disbelif as I stood up from kneeling in front of Ricky. "Tell ya later," I replied, waving it off as I pulled over two chairs on either side of my brother. One for me and one for Helen.

When I sat I moved to offer something for Ricky to hold onto while Helen was sewing him back together, but all he did was heavily drop his paw down to my leg and held tightly as she began to clean and patch him back up. It was a long time in mostly silence. The only sound being Ricky's heavy breathing with his grunts and growls from the pain and my own soft, annoyed noises from the way his claws were digging into my leg. Finally Helen pulled back, fingers and face smeared with blood and a tired look around her eyes.

"I'm gonna have to probably do that again soon," she said sadly, her voice strained with emotion to the point I wanted to move away from Rick and comfort her.

But Ricky just grunted at that, already slipping out of consciousness as Eddy and John lifted him up and took him out and too Eddy's bedroom. I held my place, looking up Helen with a bit of worry. "You're not gonna..." I began, bitting my lip and looking away before I stood. "Please don't..."

"I won't," she replied softly, putting her small little paw on my arm and making me blush. "Just don't do anything stupid about it. Stay here with him, you can pretend you're little again and having a sleep over."

"Thanks," I nodded and that simple word meant so much more then she would ever know. I moved back some and started for the other room, going to check on Ricky.

"Don't let him go back there," she called after me. "Or you go back either. I don't want to have to sew your chest back together too." I just nodded again, hurrying from the kitchen so she couldn't see me blushing.

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Listening was of course one thing that Ricky and I hadn't quite gotten down, even with all the time it had been attempted to have been beat into our heads. So in less then a weeks time found us standing outside the door of our old house again in it's run down neighborhood with broken windows and just general neglect.

It was indeed surreal, as Ricky had said to me once he was awake again after Helen patching him back up. I didn't know what we were doing back here either. Things couldn't go well. They never did. There was just unwell about this place that it didn't matter when you came and what for, you always left worse off then when you came.

I looked over to him, still confused as to why we were here. Wasn't the still sewn up cut along his front enough to keep him away for awhile. He obviously wasn't strong enough to take on our father just yet. But he was in a state were I couldn't argue with him. He was sure as hell arguing with himself, but what ever it was in his head that was disagreeing with him wasn't getting anywhere with him either.

"You sure this is where you want to be?" I asked again for what seemed like the millionth time that hour. But he just stood his ground, nodding his head firmly. I sighed heavily, the thing that always followed the question.

Finally, after a long moment in silence again, he moved forward, paws clenched in fists and head held high. Dad would be proud of him if he saw him now. I just followed after him, keeping a look out for some reason or the other. We didn't knock, just walked in. It was still our home, right?

It was the same old place it had been. Few of the older kids were still up and out in the main room, working on homework and the like, despite the lateness of the hour. They looked up when we came in, shock clear on the faces from seeing their long lost brothers. Ruth was in the kitchen, cleaning up what was left of the dinner dishes. Mother and father were no where to be seen.

"Ruthie," Ricky called in a loud whisper as we made our way over to the other room, the other kids paying us no mind after a moment. She turned to us, face a massive mix of emotions once she realized who it was.

"You shouldn't be here," she said harshly, warningly. "If he wakes up and finds you here he will kill you."

Ricky just chuckled some and looked almost smug as he leaned against the counter next to her, not crossing his arms over his chest. I just sighed, his cockiness was going to get us killed.

Whispered conversations continued. Ruth trying to persuade us to leave now while we still could, Ricky just being smug and refusing and me trying to get them both to shut up because they were just wasting their breath.

I knew that it wouldn't last long, our luck that is. And soon enough there were sounds of stirring from the other room that meant Dad was waking up to go out. The other kids that were still up quickly scattered to their rooms to at least wait it out before returning to what they were doing. It was best to never be seen by him. Just wished that Ricky still understood that thought.

He emerged a few moments later, rubbing at the dark pouches under his eyes. He made his way into the kitchen where we were still standing in silence looking at him. He hadn't seen us, he didn't seem to really see anything as he walked the memorized path from the one room to the other.

When he got there he opened his eyes fully and finally took a look at who was there in his kitchen. "Steven, Richard," he said in his gravely kind of voice that suggested the years of smoking and the sleep he'd just been in. There was just the slightest bit surprise in his tone, but most of it was that smug superiority that was only mirrored in Ricky.

I looked to my brother who was having a staring contest with our father. I could see the fear in him, the way he seemed to be using the counter to lean against to not look cool but to keep from having to stand on his own and shake.

Ruth had moved over towards me and wrapped her arm around mine. She knew being near Rick was a bad place to be, but she didn't want to be standing out in the open on her own. I just pushed her behind me to at least keep her from getting hurt. But Dad only had eyes for Ricky, the two of them having a bit more unfinished business then they had before.

"You ran," Dad said still in that smug tone. "You ran like a fuckin' little baby." He was advancing some, coming in closer to us, mostly Ricky. I shifted some, pushing Ruth along with me and hopefully keeping her out of his sight long enough for her to get away.

Ricky just pushed off the counter and took a step towards him. "I ain't running now, old man," he said just as smugly as our father had spoken.

The two just stared each other down for a long moment. I finally manged to push Ruth from the room without Dad seeing her. I could feel the tension in the room and it wasn't pleasant.

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Things hadn't gone well at all. When we left the house there were two crying women and a group of younger children who were suddenly shocked to find themselves at least half free of the torment that had haunted them everyday.

But we didn't have time to think about that, we had to find somewhere else to be and quickly.

"Do you thin-" Ricky began before I cut him off with a growl. No, I didn't think that Helen would help us right now. This was bringing in a lot more kind of danger then what she would willing put her son and husband into. No we were on our own for right now and we just had to find a way to make it on our own like we'd been doing.

"We've just got to come up with a plan, work things out, and quickly," I called over to him as we ran trough the streets and dark alleys. He was obviously not in the right frame of mind right now. He was smiling and yet looked so nervous and scared. It was almost unnerving to look at him just now. I didn't know what else to say to him, what to think. I almost couldn't believe that it had happened like it did.

Things couldn't have-shouldn't have- gone down the way that they did.

We made it to the shop were we'd left our things figuring it'd be better then leaving them at the Blankenship's house and I was a little sad to have been right about that. Bags off the floor, cloths stripped and changed quickly before we were out the door again. We walked around for a bit, trying not to be too noticeable, trying to find a place that wasn't common for us to be in. Finally we stopped at the other side of town, slumping down in a secluded alley way and just looking at the wall across from us.

"I can't believe I did that..." Ricky said at length, breaking the silence we'd been in for a very long time.

Me either, me either.

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