He still had his life insurance policy, but they wouldn’t pay for suicide. He’d have to somehow make his death appear accidental. He could slip an... fall, which was easy enough to do, since he was already drunk. He didn’t want to go to jail again, especially for something that he didn’t do. It was bad enough to do the time, when he did the crime, but to be framed, just so the police can clear up some of their old, unsolved crimes, make pay grades, get promotions, and the DA could improve. He was taking something with him now, for that reason only. It was what Ayn had given him, no strings attached.And now he had to do the right thing, and leave Ayn behind, because he could never forgive himself if he was to harm the man he loved.The van coughed again and a foreboding mechanical sigh followed. Well, he was going to walk from this point forward. For more than one hour, the van had just struggled, and he had driven at only a fraction of the speed the car should have managed. More. I shook my head. I tried to recover some dignity but there was none to be had, no how!“Oh - NO,” head down, utter shame, I let me arms drop away. I guessed I was giving her that authority.[In a perfect world, this, the proud character I should have been with my big attributes, the lover of goddesses]I tried to quickly-nonchalantly wipe away the gizem and the only devices I owned for cover up were my hands. The gizem stuck to my fingers and wiping it on my stomach only managed to make a mess as. He turned fully toward me and advanced in what he obviously thought was a threatening way. I backed up a few steps, he probably thought I was scared, but I actually wanted a bit more room to move in, just in case it did come down to a fight.Before anything started I called out to the other kid. “Do you want to take this to the office? I will back you up if you want to report this goon for bullying.” I could just see him around the big goon in front of me. He was shaking his head frantically. I.