The police officer guided me to a chair and sat down beside me, an arm still wrapped around my shoulders, probably to make sure I stayed upright. ‘I...don’t want to be here…’ I whispered. ‘I’ve realized that,’ the police officer answered ‘but now when I’ve finally understood who you are, I think it’s for the best that you stay.’ ‘What do you mean?’ I whispered, my breaths too shallow, my pulse too high and my tunnel-vision still present. ‘With a little help from the smiling sleazebag who attacked. His GI Bill money took care of most expenses, as long as he stuck to his budget. He wanted to concentrate on school, so he'd avoided getting a part time job. He did have a way of earning money, but it wasn't a regular gig.He put the truck in gear and drove away from campus. He didn't have any particular destination in mind. He just wanted to clear his head. The prices at the corner gas station made him wince. He'd have to keep the trip short. He reached the outskirts of town, passing a city. Frank knew that she liked it because it was easy to handle, delivered a stinging blow, but didn't leave any bruising or draw blood if she was careful. It might raise a few welts, but they both knew he could survive that.Annie made her way back to where Frank was kneeling over the footstool. She flicked the quirt a couple of times, just to hear it whistle through the air. "I would say this is going to hurt me worse than it hurts you, but we both know that's a lie, right dear?" Hon, just do it,". She glanced towards her husband, who was still asleep, as she walked passed him and out of the bedroom.When she approached the living room she heard the sound of the television. "Hey, Allen? Is that you?" She asked figuring it was her son.She noticed a pair of jeans resting on the floor, and just as she was about shake her son awake she realised it wasnt him."Ivan?" She said softly when she realized it was her nephew sleeping on the couch.Hearing his name caused him to turn. He was groggy and.