I should take you home." So, you think it's right to be there when I need you and to be alone when you need me?"Keven shrugged. "It's a man thing. We ...on't talk about what hurts us; we track it down and do alpha male things to it. Me snarling at you and everyone around me isn't going to help anything." He resumed his pacing."If you don't want to talk, that's fine with me," I assured him. "I'm here as moral support silently, then. Just don't force me away."He stopped in front of me, his dark. .." I cut my sister off from her rant and pushed her away before she could get into any more trouble. Sarah escorted my sister from the playing fields and away from the pitches before we doubled back on ourselves and headed for the flat. It was starting to rain and Sarah took cover in a shoe shop, before buying a pair with my bank card.By the time we got back to the flat, my bank account was down by over fifty pounds, although Sarah did promise to pay it back and we sat down to do our homework. The second beating his cousin administered that evening is still discussed in some circles. His cousin’s car was parked toward the back of the drive-in so fewer people passing on their way to the concession stand would notice the clouds of marijuana smoke wafting out of the open windows. Willie was beaten punched and finally kicked from the damaged car all the way to the concession stand where he was left unconscious and bleeding to walk home alone. Such a beating would have killed or at least. There her daughter had completed several necklaces that day while intermittently smoking more marijuana. ‘Hey mom!’ Gina Marie said, getting up from the table and approaching Beth. ‘Oh, Gina Marie!’ Beth softly said, as the two hugged. Beth felt exhausted from the night before and the eight hour shift she just completed. ‘How long as she been asleep?!’ ‘Since about 1:30!’ ‘I think we got her the most fucked up she’s ever been!’ ‘We sure did!’ At that, Gina Marie walked over to the ash tray on.