Sure I have a nice car, and I happen to have done pretty well in the Corps, but aside from that? Nadda. No house, no wife, no kids, no side hustle, no...backup plan.I sit up groggily in the shitty cot my step-dad set up for me in the garage, smirking as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, thank god we live in Miami, eh?My few meagre belongings were tucked under a military-esque pop up cot, squared away in my patrol bag, a few more in the trunk of my 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 302. Even in the dim light. He killed his own aunt, right in front of his uncle, to hurt him as well." And you killed him." I killed him," Kennedy told her flatly. "He was gone a few seconds after he killed Ruby."How did you kill him?" Amy, we're getting to that dangerous place." I'm not stupid, Kennedy. I know that guy last year wanted you, not Deb. If I'd sent a woman old enough to be my grandmother packing after talking to her for a few minutes, I'd be bragging to everyone about it -- but you didn't do that. And you. The names in this story have been changed. And I?m sure my grammar and spelling is 100% correct, Please don?t hesitate to correct me. Thank you for reading and I hope for your feed-back (negative/Positive) } I never really was too confident. I usually would spend all my time alone. But recently, Ive been having new feelings. Im straight, but Im bi-curious. And I spend all my time in school fascinating about some of the girls, and not paying much interest in boys. My names Tyler, and my best. When you want to let me know who gave you that crap, you know where to find me. Got it!" He shot daggers at me with his eyes. I could see so much hate in him. "Oh, and another thing, if I ever see or hear that you touched your mother like you did this afternoon, I'm going to be the one touching your ass and it's going to be with a belt."At that moment, I really thought there was something evil within my son. Sounds dramatic but that was how I felt. The boy was not right upstairs.I decided it.