"It was barely a whisper, but I didn't want my voice to be any louder.It would ruin this moment. Even if it was a dream, I'd rather it go on then for ...t to end."Please..what?" Just...take it off." Why don't you come over here and make me."It was a challange, her arms falling to her sides and a smirk finding it's way to her mouth.I didn't speak, instead sliding off of the bed and unto my knees on the floor.I shuffled forward in that position, soon reaching her.I could smell her from where I was,. .. you enjoyed it." Yes." He spun round, hissing his agreement into her face. "Yes I enjoyed. I just made the world a better place. What did you do? You cowered in the corner, whimpering and hoping someone would come and save you. I did. 'Thank you' will suffice." And this makes the world a better place? Killing people." Weaning out the shallow end of the gene pool? Yeah, generally speaking. Not losing someone dedicated to healing and stopping pain, yeah that too." How can you just... kill. I had never heard him like that, even after I had dented his new car with my bike after my eleventh birthday.“Dad. I’m so glad to talk to you. You have to...”“Shut up, piece of shit. You’re not our son any more. Brenda agrees with this. We never want to speak to you again. Don’t call us again.”And with that he just hung up. What? My own parents? A chill ran down my spine again. This was a complete nightmare. But I had not much hope to wake up in the foreseeable future.Okay, Tim. He was my best. Im an old man. Whatever. Last thing I want is you fondling me. Omar shoved him playfully. So what are you getting your mother for her birthday? Dont know yet. What do you think? A gift card? Byron shook his head and said, Really dude. Come on how about something nice, a dinner or something maybe take her shopping. Keep her company. What with the big bucks youre gonna to give me. You carry my pack down and maybe. Byron countered. They joked and talked for the next hour as the light faded..