Dean
Spirit showed up at the party. Jesus did she look hot. Those high heels, that dress, those eyes. I took a deep breath. I wanted her. Good thing she wanted me.
She starts to get this furtive look, the sea green eyes narrowing just a bit. I can see the way the lip gloss makes her lips shine. I can smell her. I'll have her. She grabs my arm and suggests we go upstairs. And I smile. We're on the same page. I offer my friend's bedroom as a quiet place we can go and she smiles, that eager smile.
Upstairs, the room dark except for the lava lamp. Spirit's on the bed and I can hear the music from outside and downstairs. I can feel the alcohol mixing with my blood in that just right amount. I lean over her and kiss her, and she moans and moves and tries to get away and I can feel it, that animal feeling of 'I have to have her' and her moving and pushing me away makes it better. She's kinda young but she's good at this, the way she moves, the way she pushes me away. Irresistible.
Albert
I have tried to be patient. I tried. But Craig, he…he's disrespectful. He lies. Things were going just fine. I'd rented the videos that I knew he would like, I ordered Chinese. Things were fine. Then Joey calls. I gritted my teeth. Joey. Joey stole my wife. He destroyed my family. And lately, since we'd come to Toronto, he won't leave us alone. He wants Craig to be in Angela's life. Well, I told Craig he was to have nothing to do with them. But could Craig listen to me? Could he follow one goddamn rule I set down? No.
"Joey," I say, and glare at Craig. Why would Joey be calling me again if it wasn't about Craig? I barely register the look of wide eyed fear on Craig's face as he gets up and runs to his room. I shake my head and listen to Joey explain that Craig was with Angela at the park and had nearly kidnapped her, that he had planned on taking her to British Columbia. I hung up the phone, the anger boiling just under the surface. I go upstairs to talk to my son.
He's locked his door. I tap on it with the golf club in my hand.
"When I say open the door you open the door! Now!" He doesn't open it and I swing the golf club full force into the door and then I do it again.
Rick
Life ruiners. That's what they were. All of them. Emma and Jimmy and Toby. They weren't my real friends. I had no friends. I was alone.
I could feel the paint drying on my skin and on my hair. Felt the pain and humiliation that had come to define my life. I couldn't fit in with these people. I couldn't fit in anywhere. And it was their fault. They wouldn't give me a chance. But they'd pay. Yes they would. Soon they'd be in the world of pain that they put me in.
Drake
That fucking stupid J.T. York kid, messing around with Mia. Messing around with us. He thinks he's so goddamn funny. Well, he'll see how funny it is.
The dark night, the party a few houses away. We're screwing around with J.T.'s car and who comes walking over? J.T. That fucking dork. And he says some smart ass shit and starts to get into his car. That's when I take my knife out of my pocket. No one sees it. It's hidden behind my hand.