He needs to sleep.CHAPTER SEVENJacob recalls sucking back five caps and never remembers having a feelingof being hungover from shrooms before. What a ...trange ride this was.Suddenly he feels the stinging of a scratch at his inner thigh. "Lukefucking bit and scratched me." Jacob ran into the kitchen to see thegarbage. In the trash can resided his uneaten sandwich with strangeingredients inside. Taking his glass from the counter, he brought it tohis nose and smelled. Something unfamiliar was in. Granddad hadn't really celebrated Christmas in years since his wife, my grandmother, had passed away. It was just another lonely day to him. My dad was in the service and had moved to Kentucky after he served his time in the army. He had lived there a couple of years. It left Granddad pretty much alone in his business, after the death of my grandmother.Gramps didn't hate Christmas, he just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking out at the snow that had been falling. I picked one who hadn't been killed only because he caught the flat of a blade and said, "Who is his woman? Does he have any children here?"It was quiet and a woman came forward. She said, "He wasn't married. I am his sister. I did not have a man and he protected me as best as he could."She was, as almost all of the surviving women were, possessed of a nice figure but, in her case, the face was homely. I said to her brother, "Very well. You are sentenced to hang." I pointed at her. "You will. ...well you cant have girls here all the time you know''''i...no one been here but me...''the door closed the 52 year daddy , married with 2 k**s undo his belt''please, dont try to stop me, i spent the weed making sure i ear the right thing''he rush toard me and leash me with his belt ''hey shit Alred wtf''and i fell down on my stomack pull too hard toward my roomhe was strangling me i hold the belt woth my hands my hand on my neck sliding on the floor on my back ''stoppp your , i cant.