Longest Novel: Fall of The Republic

by morgan kingsley

In 2020, a middle-aged author, living too deeply in the past, decides to write the story of what really happened to him and his friends when he was younger, and as it unfolds, a giant conspiracy starts to show itself. An AU of seasons 1-4 that take place in the United States. Crossover with several other series for one overall universe.

32. The Place Where Bad Things Happen

Chapter 2 Episode 14 The Place Where Bad Things Happen

September 9, 2022

When T.K. was finished with that episode, he immediately sent it to his publisher, and then started to finish his road on over to Cody's meet up spot, where he was hoping deep down, that Cody wasn't actually going to do what he was planning on doing. If he did, then all hope was lost.

When T.K. was eventually at Cody's place, he knocked on the door right away. He was hoping beyond everything that Cody would be willing to be talked out of his crazy ass plan. A plan that would certainly get him killed if it was going to be attempted.

Cody answered the door, and Cody looked at him, mildly annoyed with what was happening. "So what are you planning on fucking doing now? I mean, you know that if you go into the company halls, people will track you down right away?" T.K. asked, and then Cody smiled as he was hearing T.K. concerned for his sake.

"Nothing like that. I am actually going to be making my fathers story be heard to the world. I will get people to fucking listen to me, even if they do not want to." Cody said, and then T.K. shook his head as he was hearing this, feeling like this was all a really fucking shitty ass joke.

"Your fathers story was sixty years ago. Even if they believe it, they will probably think that this is not what is the case anymore." T.K. said, as he was driving on towards the Robinson house. "Look, you might not like it. But those children are the last hope."

"Yeah, you're fucking right. I do not like it. Just saying that feels fucking gross and disgusting, and I wished that this was never the fucking case." After Cody was saying this, T.K. considered what he heard.

"T.K., getting children involved in this was the biggest mistake my father did, and this is coming from somebody who thinks his father did a great job in the situation." After Cody was telling T.K. this, there was a small silence between the two of them, not sure where to go next.

"Todd was going to look into this stuff sooner or later anyways. You know this. You read and heard the story as well. We both did. We both know that it was only a matter of time before a fucking fight went down. At least your father prepared him." T.K. said, hoping to get Cody to at least hear what he was saying.

Eventually, T.K. made it to the house, and the two got out of the car. "Listen, I think you might be thinking that I am just being critical here, and that I simply do not care or whatever fucking excuses you want to make to act like I am a empath. But I need to be realistic." T.K. said, finally getting to the point where he had enough.

As they knocked on the door, the oldest of the younger brothers, Henry, answered the door. Before Henry was able to speak, the grinding noise went off, and T.K. took a second to just calm his breath down, and not be in utter anger over this.

"What do you want to talk about?" Henry asked, feeling like he would at least pretend like there was no tension between them. As he asked this, T.K. sighed, feeling there was no need to fucking hide what was going on here.

"I was hoping to speak to one of your older brothers. See if they could be able to help me with a research project." T.K. said, feeling the need to lie about this, in order to get him some leverage. As he said this, Henry sighed.

"Look, my oldest brother is out on a date right now." Henry said, and then he laughed. "Wonder why he even cares about dating gross girls." As he said that, both T.K. and Cody looked at each other, feeling there was no need to fucking make a joke, since he was clearly between six and eight.

"What about the second or third oldest? Look, this whole thing is really fucking urgent. There is no fucking way to change this." T.K. said, feeling like he was needing to at least pretend like he was able to have a authority voice over this man.

Henry started to look at Cody for a bit, and then examined him up and dad. "Aren't you one of dad's friends?" He asked, and then Cody was sighing, feeling like there was no need to dance around the subject at all.

"The son of a friend. We worked together a couple of times." After he was saying this, Cody looked at T.K., wondering if his point to him had been fucking made at this rate.

"I was told to not talk to my dad's friends. Claims that I am too young to know this. Have to wait until I'm at least in high school." Henry said, and then he closed the door before T.K. was able to say anything else.

When Cody and T.K. were alone, T.K. was rubbing his hair, slightly annoyed at what happened. But given what Cody did try to tell him, he wasn't at all surprised. Just felt like he wasted his fucking time.

"Cody. Sorry about that. I wanted to try and fucking help out. I didn't think non stop action was going to be the best way to fucking do this." After T.K. said this, he was hoping that Cody would be willing to fucking listen to his apology.

"Look, I have tried to talk to that family every three months or so. Just trying to fucking get him to fucking talk. But he fucking refuses to pay me any fucking mind. And at this rate, I realize it is a fucking pointless effort." Cody said, and then he shrugged, as if thinking this was something T.K. needed to learn.

"Maybe they are not ready for something like this yet. I mean, Todd was more open about it right away. Maybe they just need some fucking motivation." T.K. said, and then Cody was shaking his head, disgusted at the shit that T.K. was saying.

"Fuck motivation. That leads to girls going missing, and everybody being in emotional pain. Think about what you say before you fucking say it." Cody said, in his most stern voice ever. A voice that demanded authority, something T.K. never pictured Cody with.

"I mean, I know you are the best bet that I have right now. I know that. But the truth is that if you are going to be using this as a excuse to have a revenge quest or whatever, then in all honesty, I want nothing to do with it." Cody said, and then he felt like there was never any point in hiding his anger at this.

"What the fucking hell Cody? You are literally just seeking revenge yourself. Your father would have never wanted this. I didn't know Sheldon too well, but I am not a idiot. I know that he wanted nothing like this." As T.K. said this, Cody was sighing, and seemed out of the mood to hear this.

"Well, what do you want me to do? Just have no fucking standards at all? I mean, my mother was murdered in front of my eyes when I was nine years old. So I have a reason. What do you have? False justice?" Cody asked, and T.K. seemed to consider what he was hearing.

"I get it. And I am fucking sorry you had to say that. I am sorry people didn't fucking believe you. I get it. I am fucking sorry. But this is too far. Too fucking much. You need to calm down, and see what we have to do to make this different." T.K. said, and then started to leave.

Cody was shaking his head, feeling no need to have this debate. He was starting to head towards his house, to do something else. T.K. sighed, feeling like everything he was saying was way too far, and even he fucking knew it.

Scene 1: February 4, 1987 start

When Sheldon sat down for the next session, he was looking at his therapist, and he was feeling like whatever he was going to tell her would cause her to have a better mind.

Sheldon: You are finally getting your wish. To know what the fucking hell is happening in this town, and you can finally see what my father was doing to those people.

Therapist: This better all be fucking worth it. If you spent the last six months of my life just fucking building this up, and it leads nowhere, then I would be kind of pissed.

Sheldon: Trust me when I say that I wished this was all something that I was just making up. I mean, if it were, then things would a million times easier for both of us.

Therapist: Sheldon, do you actually trust me, or are you just doing this because you feel fucking forced to?

Shedlon: I do trust you. That is why I feel like it would really fucking hurt if you did not believe what I was saying.

Therapist: Do you think Cody will believe any of this when it comes his turn to listen to this?

Sheldon: I have no idea what he will be thinking. I hope he believes me. If he doesn't, then that might show that I really fucking failed him. Really fucking failed.

Therapist: Or that you did a good job keeping him out of what happened long enough for him to make a personal choice here. That is also possible.

Sheldon loved how his way of speaking was slowly starting to fucking affect her, and she was seeing that she was able to talk to him this way as well. But he was thinking about the question about Cody believing in him the whole time.

Scene 2: The Place Where Bad Things Happen (September 3, 1963)

Early the next morning, Todd and I met up again, and started to head towards the one mine that was still open, and I was hoping that by getting there, I would be able to finally put a fucking crack on how much was happening in this town. Hopefully, Todd and I would prove to be vindicated.

The entire time that I was driving there, I was looking over at Todd, who was clearly antsy, and acting like he was about to be sent to his death sentence. The longer that I was seeing the way that he was acting, the more and more I was realizing that it might be best for me to just try and leave him behind, so I could focus on getting the job done.

"Todd, I am appreciating all the work that you have done for me so far. But I feel like after a while, all good things must come to a stopping point. And while you have been a great help, I don't know how much I am willing to still put you at risk right now." I said, and then I was seeing Todd looking utterly shocked at what I was telling him right now. Probably thinking that I was just betraying his trust.

"Sheldon, what the fucking hell are you talking about? I thought that we were supposed to be working together here?" He asked, and then I looked at him, and I was feeling utterly horrid at what I was about to say. He was almost making me feel immense regret over what was happening here.

"To be honest, I think it might just simply be best if I take care of this myself. I do not want to see you fucking die, and I will do everything in my power to make sure that nothing happens." I was saying, and I was still driving up the mountain, and Todd looked at the window, not sure what to even think of what I was telling him at this rate.

"What the fucking hell dude? I want to help you right now. I do not want to be making any massive fucking mistakes." Todd said, and then he shook his head as he said this. I was feeling like I was really the bad guy when he was saying this.

"Todd, I am doing what I feel needs to be done. And if I do not come back in an hour, then you can tell everybody what happened." I said, and then I started to get out of the car, and I was seeing Todd looking like he couldn't believe what I was even telling him at all. I locked the doors, making sure he wouldn't be able to leave and then walked up the last tenth of a mile to go inside the mines. Feeling like if for nothing else, Todd would survive. That was what made me feel slightly less bad about everything.

Once inside the mines, I was getting right to work, and I was seeing that there were more of those beds thrown around, clearly recently used, and that the boxes had been opened recently. And I was hearing a bunch of sounds, which I now knew was sex for sure.

Wondering if I was walking in on the filming of those projects, I was going further in, and eventually found a giant hollowed out room with dozens of beds in the area. Most of which were filled with people. Women to be exact. As I saw this, I was wanting to throw up, and would have done so, if I wasn't focused on getting to the bottom of this, and not wasting my time on something that needed to be figured out.

As I was walking down the area, I was really regretting just going right in, and not bringing a gun or anything like that. I was taking a cigarette out, to slightly cool myself. And I was seeing that some of these women were pregnant, which was something that was making the whole thing even fucking worse to be looking at. I wondered why this was even happening in the first place.

When I was looking around, I saw that Ashley was nearby. I started to walk up to her, hoping that I would be able to save her. Despite some of the issues that we had later on, I was feeling like she had not deserved this, and I was going to be doing whatever I could to make her have a chance at safety. As I getting her up, that was when I was seeing Jimmy White showing up. I couldn't believe the shit that I had seen here.

"You weren't just making profits out of this? You are actually getting involved in this, and taking advantage of these people?" I asked, in utter disgust, and Jimmy just simply shrugged, feeling like I was not seeing the bigger picture.

"I can't believe you guys always fall for those speeches, and those promises. Always making you feel like there is some hope for things to change. I feel like you guys have got to be some of the most thick headed people in the entire world. But I guess that something like this is to be expected." He said, and then he took a gun out.

When I was closing my eyes, expecting to die, and I heard the gun shot, I was starting to get confused why I was still alive and well. Then I looked down, and saw the bullet in Ashley's head. And her bed splattered all over the area. "Damn it dude. Had to ruin a perfectly good deal with that. But we can't have her go around, talking like crazy, and having some people take her seriously. With you, nobody will listen." He said, and smiled as he looked at me, and I was wondering how much of a fucking bastard he really was.

"You see, when people are desperate to start a family, but lack the needs to, we are the name of the game. Everything comes back to us, and we have to make things work. Even if that means that we have to expand size, and start even building locations in the town. Because you had to be a insistent fucking bastard, and always come into this town's case. Almost everybody knows about it, and works with it." Jimmy White said, and I was shaking my head.

"Because you fucking bribe and force them to be. Not because they actually want any part of this fucked up shit. You are ruining everything by doing this, and if word ever got out, your entire town's business model would be ruined." I said, and then Jimmy was pointing the gun towards me, simply taking a deep breath.

"Look, as long as your fucking father is mayor, you're basically immortal. I can't kill you until 1968. But that doesn't mean I can't kill your friends, and just sale your girlfriends out under your rug. So I am giving you one fucking chance. I know you have your friend Todd with you. He has been around you forever lately. If you do not leave, I have every right to kill him." As he said that, I looked around the beds, wondering what to even say or do.

"I won't even require you to get involved in the business. If you leave right now, and never come back, and you just live a normal life, pretending like nothing happened, then I will make a deal with your father so that you never have to lay a single finger on these girls." Jimmy said, and then I was feeling like there needed to be more to this than that.

"Think of it. You have your life ahead of you. I like you a lot. You're a good guy, and you are basically the only reason why I haven't given up all hope in your generation. Top of every single class you take, super athletic, philanthropist in the making with helping build shops, and a great social player with having so many friends and girlfriends. I would hate to throw your chances away because you couldn't leave me alone." He said, and then I looked at him, as well as all the other girls.

"How about this? If you leave now, never come back, and not speak a word of this to anybody, on top of the benefits I already mentioned, I will provide permanent protection on one girl of your choice. But only one. So choose wisely." He said, and then I was thinking about that for a few seconds.

"Jenny Wakeman. She already suffered enough as is." I said, and then I started to walk off, and then Jimmy smiled, knowing he already played his hands on me. I looked at the girls, and before I left, I looked at them in the eyes one final time. "I will find a way to save you all right now. I just need to plan this out much better than I have. Give me a chance." I said, and then I left the mines, feeling like I needed to find a way to somehow not tell Todd what happened.

Once I was in my car, I was sitting in the driver seat, and I was feeling like I just needed to try and start my quest for revenge on this going forward. Knowing that I had no real choice but to go through with this. And I was hoping that Todd would be willing to give me something to work with her.

"Sheldon, what did you fucking find in there?" He asked, and I was hearing from the sound of his voice that he wasn't even upset with me anymore. Probably knew how much I was messed up by what I had seen, and decided to just play it simple for me, and not be a asshole about what was going on here.

"I found some things that I should have never fucking seen before. Jimmy White knows about everything in this town, and he is one of the main people who were involved in this in the first place." I said, and then I looked at Todd, wondering if he was actually going to listen to what I had said.

"Oh shit. I mean, I think we were kind of thinking he might be. But knowing for sure, and not knowing that there is nothing we can fucking do to change that. It fucking sucks." He said, and I slowly nodded in agreement, feeling like the fact that this was something that was happening was never going to be making things any better at all.

"Todd, this is something really fucking messed up. I think you might be best to just leave this whole thing alone. I mean, I have nothing else better to say you besides that." After I was telling him this, I saw Todd looking like he was mildly upset with the way that I had been saying this to him in the first place.

"Sheldon, we have been working harder on this than you want to admit. We need to continue to work together if we want to pull this whole thing off." After he was telling me this, I sighed, and I was feeling like there was no way in hell I could be able to argue with him at all.

"I know you're fucking right dude. You don't need to fucking tell me that… Let's just get to a place away from here, and I will tell you what I fucking found. Then maybe we can make a plan to go through with this again." After I was saying this to him, Todd nodded in agreement, feeling like this would be the best way to do something like this anyways.

After nearly thirty minutes of driving, and making sure we were not followed, I parked the car. I then looked at Todd, wondering if this was going to be for the best for us all. "Todd, there are girls in there. Being raped, impregnated, and their children being sold off to the town and businessmen. This is Sherman's solution to the fucking infertility." I said, and then I was seeing Todd looking like he was just thinking about what I had said.

"Damn it, I should have seen something like this coming. Okay. Now that we know what is happening in there, how do you feel like you are going to change this?" He asked, and then I looked at him, and I wondered how much he was going to hate me for saying what I would say.

"I have a feeling that anything we might do is already going to be planned out, and that we aren't going to be able to change what happened. I mean, I want to fucking fight, as much as you do, trust me. But I feel like fighting this is only going to be making things much worse for everybody else." I took a cigarette out, and I was seeing Todd looking pissed off here.

"So you are already just throwing your hands in the air, and saying that it is done?" He asked, and then I felt like nothing I could say would make him feel any differently here. "I mean, you know what is happening. I know now. We have a fucking chance." Todd said, and then I looked at him, and I wanted to feel the same way as he did. I really fucking did. I wanted to feel that way more than he could imagine. But I knew this would never happen.

"Todd, I am going to have to be doing this during nights. When everybody is asleep, and I have the time to make this fucking thing work out for us all." I said, and I saw Todd looking like he was holding me to those beliefs. And as I looked at him, I felt like I was beyond the point of fighting with him.

"Okay. That means I will only be able to help you on Fridays and Saturdays. You know, since school is starting so soon. Would you be fine with holding off until those days?" Todd asked, and I sighed, feeling like there was nothing I could say to him to change his mind.

"Fine. Sure. Get what you fucking want." I said, and then I was wanting to fucking die as I was telling him this. I hated myself so fucking much for saying this. But I felt like there was no fucking way I could be able to change what had happened at this rate.

Scene 3: The Distraction Of Work (September 4, 1963)

When I was up the next day, I was having the worst night of sleep ever, not able to really get over this. I started to drive towards my job, and when I was going along, my father was looking at me, and I was seeing from the look on his face that he clearly knew what happened, and I was feeling like I would just try and pretend like nothing happened.

Once I was at the gas station, I went inside, and I was seeing the boss looking like he was wanting to just say something to me for the time being. "Sheldon, did something happen?" He asked me, and then I was shaking my head, not really in the mood to be hearing this at all.

"Yeah, I should have fucking listened to you the first time. I should have just never bothered with looking into this investigation, and I feel like everything that I have been doing is a waste of fucking time right now." After he was telling me this, I shrugged, and I had no idea what to even say now.

"You know, this is what I was trying to tell you this whole time. It is not my fucking fault that you fucking refused to fucking listen to me." After he was telling me this, I really had no idea what in the world I was even going to be saying at all.

"Look, don't make me feel worse than I already do. I just want to let you know that I want to just take this job a bit more seriously. You know, not worry about anything else. I am willing to do those extra hours I suggested earlier." After I was telling him this, I saw that my boss was looking shocked to be hearing me say something like this in the first place.

"Sorry. Yeah, I feel like I can make something like this work out. After all, I do need to a lot of things. So having those extra two hours every shift will be giving me a lot more time." He said, and then he was starting to walk off.

"What did you find anyways? I mean, I know it is none of my business. But given the way that you look, I feel like I need to see if I can help you out." He said, and then I was shrugging, simply not having any idea what I was even going to be saying at all.

"Something from one of those mines. I never thought that anything would be found there. But I did see it, and now I just want to forget that I ever saw this." I said, and I really had no idea what in the fucking world we were even going to be getting ourselves into.

"Just be careful dude. I can see from the look on your face that you are clearly bothered by this right now. And I feel like you deserve better than this." He said, and then he was walking off, and I really had no idea what I would even fucking say now.

Once I sat down, I sighed, and I really had no idea what in the world I was even going to be telling him at all. I took a cigarette out, and I wondered what my father will say when I confronted him about this. Before too long, Cathy was walking inside, and I was not really in the mood to be seeing her here.

"Cathy, not to be rude, but this really is not the best fucking time right now." I said, and then I looked at her wondering what in the world she was even going to be saying to me. "I just wish that maybe I listened to what everybody had said. You know, about letting the police and other things take care of it.

"Sheldon, I know that you are bothered by something right now. And I wanted to fucking help you out with feeling better." Cathy said, and then I sighed, and I wondered what her fucking point was going to be right now. I mean, I appreciated the fucking fact that she was trying to help me. But right now, I was not really in the mood.

"Cathy, look, I just made a bunch of mistakes, and I am starting to see all the fucking mistakes coming together, and I feel like I am just need to fucking let it go for once." I said and then I was sighing and I really had no interest at this. "I mean, I thought that I would be the one who would save Wayside. But I am not."

"Sheldon, what did you fucking find?" Cathy asked, and then I was standing up, and I was walking up to her, and I placed my hands on her shoulder, trying to get her to shut the fucking hell up at this point. "Just tell me. I want to be able to fucking help you out." After she said this, I sighed, feeling like I just needed to be patient here.

"Look, I found out what happened to those girls. What happens to them after they go missing, and I am starting to feel like you guys should not know. I feel like simply fucking dying would be better for them." I said, and then I saw her shocked at what I was even fucking saying at this point in time.

"But what if I need to fucking know?" Cathy asked, and then I was looking down on the ground. I wanted to just end this before it even had a fucking chance to begin. I looked right at Cathy, and I was starting to really lose my patience with her right now.

"You are not going to change my mind here. I know that this is not what you want to fucking hear. But I have no fucking choice." I said, and then I was sighing, feeling no need to say too much more about this at all.

I was then sitting down on my chair, and I was feeling like I just needed to try and find something else to say to her, to make her feel even remotely better about what was happening. "I am just going to start picking up more hours here. Try to see if that will fucking help me out right now. After all, I just feel fucking lost, and there is no other way to change that." I said, and then I simply shrugged.

"How does Todd feel about this right now? You just fucking leaving this behind, and not doing your job at all. I mean, for fucks sake, Todd probably looks up to you as a role model, and doing this is only going to be making things worse for him." Cathy said, and I did consider what she was saying, even if she was not seeing it.

"Look Cathy, I do see what you are saying. I can see it from a fucking mile away. I just think you are not thinking enough about the bigger fucking picture." I said to her, and then I sighed, feeling like I was kind of being a bit of a asshole when I was saying, and I felt like I just needed to tone back a bit.

"I mean, I did tell Todd what was happening. I felt like he needed to know, in case if he was choosing to go further into this But that is his fucking choice right now. Not mine, and certainly not anybody elses." I said, and then I looked at her, and I wondered if she would fucking see what I was saying at this point in time.

"Sheldon, do you trust him more than you trust me?" She asked me, and then I looked at her wondering what the hell she was trying to accomplish right now. That was really messed up, and I felt like she needed to fucking back off from this for her to not get me to be too upset with her.

"You better not be saying shit like that ever again." I said, and then I was shrugging. "Look, it is not a matter about trust or lack of trust. The thing is that Todd has been there for me the entire time that I have been investigating this. "The truth is that I feel like he is the only person that I truly can trust with everything that I have right now. But I will admit you are getting there."

"What do I have to do to earn your full trust?" She asked, and I looked at her, and I was feeling like I just needed to give her a honest answer with that. I sighed, and took a cigarette out, feeling like whatever I would say to her would simply have to fucking suffice.

"I need you to be patient. Just as simple as that. Patient will help out a lot. More then you could fucking understand." I said, and then I was looking at her, and I wondered what she would be saying right now. She simply sighed, and I saw her looking like this was not what she was wanting to hear right now.

"Okay. I guess that I can at least try and fucking do that. It might be a bit hard. I will admit. But I feel like if this is what you need from me, then I can try." After she was telling me this, I smiled at her, and I was so fucking glad to be seeing her calm down, and no longer be judging me for simple little things such as this right now.

"Cathy, I feel like I just need to be giving myself some fucking time, to figure this shit out right now." I said, and then I was hoping that saying this would fucking calm her down a bit more. As I said this, I saw her trying hard to not be too bothered by this anymore.

"What you saw in there must have been really bad?" Cathy asked, starting to sound a bit less upset, a bit more understanding. I slowly nodded, and I felt like her saying this was something I needed to hear. I needed her to not be a bitch for a moment. To put it bluntly.

"Look, I'm not good with this stuff. I probably shouldn't have ever started bothering you about this in the first place. After all, I was never really your friend before, and I am just sort of coming along, acting like I deserve some fucking explanation or something. I guess that I do sort of see where you are coming from right now." She said, as I was slowly nodding at this.

"No, it's fine. I mean, at least you fucking care, and at least you actually want to be making things right. So I can't fucking blame you for wanting to help out. I guess that I just feel like this whole thing is much to sudden, and now that I am seeing what I did was wrong, I suddenly feel like I need to back peddle a lot." I said, and then I simply nodded at this.

"After all, with some of the miserable people I hung out with earlier, having somebody like you is probably what I fucking need right now." I said, and then with that, I simply hoped that she was going to be happier to hear something like this.

Cathy sat down on a chair, and the two of us started to just simply talk for a bit, and hang out for a while. It was nice to just simply see where she was coming from on a lot of things, and I was feeling her patience was a virtue that I needed to try and fucking practice on my own when speaking with friends.

Scene 4: Secret Return (September 5, 1963)

When my dad was gone for a while that night, I started to drive up towards the fucking mines again. I was needing to start getting the people out of there. One person at a fucking time, if such a thing was even fucking possible. I mean, I knew that the whole idea was fucking silly. But I didn't fucking care. I just needed to make it work.

Before I left, I went to my fathers room, and grabbed one of his guns. I felt like there was no fucking choice but to steal this if I wanted to have any chance of making this work. I was hoping that I wouldn't need to fucking use this, given the fact that everybody would instantly associate me with the one using it.

I got to the path in just a few moments. After seeing this the first time, I don't think I would ever be able to fucking forget the path until the day I died, no matter what reliefs I was able to fucking give myself. I wanted to forget about this as much as I could. But nothing would change, and I needed to accept this.

Before too long, I was at the mines again, and before I was able to go forward, and inside the area, I was seeing that my fathers car was right there. I stared at it for a few moments. Wondering what the fucking hell he was doing here.

I was thinking that there was a small chance that maybe he had gone in here to try and figure things out for the time being, and that he just needed to have some fucking time to figure things out. But I needed to focus on the fucking job here.

I was inside the mines, and I was looking around, trying to find Jamie. I was going to get everybody out of here. But I couldn't do a full fucking evacuation. That would make people instantly suspect something was happening. I needed to do one at a time, every few days, and slowly thin the ranks out. That way nobody would fucking notice.

I eventually found the fucking room that Jamie was at. When I looked down at her, I was disgusted with what happened to her. I started to get her out of the bindings. I was then starting to pick her up, and I looked around, hoping that nobody would notice. Or at least no fucking guys would fucking notice, so I can actually pull this off.

With every passing step, I started to feel like things were finally pulling together. I wanted to keep people safe, and that was all that fucking mattered. I was going to keep everybody safe here. And if I was able to fucking save her, then at least a mild part of my promise was fucking fulfilled.

After what felt like a eon, but was more like maybe ten minutes, I was out of the mines with Jamie, and then I looked right at her. I was so fucking happy to be having her back. I was feeling like I needed to just take what I got.

"Sheldon, you got me out." She said, seeming like she was unable to fucking believe that I was here in the first place. "Are you going to free the others?" She asked, and then I nodded at this. Hoping to make her happier at what I was doing.

As she saw me nod, she kissed me in the lips. I was suddenly feeling like this was the last sign that I needed to know that what I was doing was right. "I never went more than a few days without thinking about you. It was the worst fifteen months of my life." After I said that to her, she shook her head.

"Fifteen months? Only that long. Oh my god, I never thought it would be this short. Watterson. He did horrible things to me. Made me have a child." She said, and then I looked right at her, trying to decide what in the world I was even going to say to her.

"I can get revenge for you. But I need to take everybody out one at a time. You will live to see the day this will all turn around and get exposed." I said, and then Jamie was shaking her head. Not really in the mood to have a fucking argument with me here.

"Don't fucking bother. I have a favor to ask you." She said, and then I nodded, and then I wondered what it was going to be. "Kill me." After she said that to me, I was shocked to hear that. I had no idea what in the world I was even going to say now.

"Jamie, why the fucking hell would I fucking do this?" You deserve so much fucking better." I said, and then she was shaking her head at this. Feeling like I needed to get her out of this fucking plan right now. I was holding my gun though, with my hand starting to get ready to hold her wish.

"I will not live my life like this. Those memories of those old men going in there and ruining my life and everybody else's. Everything in life has been ruined right now. I would rather be dead, and have pure silence for the rest of my life than live like this way." She said, and when I was seeing her say this, I suddenly knew she meant every word of what I said.

"But hold your promise. Kill all those men. Save all those girls. Make sure they are gone. Even if they have to die with their fucking good names." After she said that to me, I sighed, and I was aware of what she was saying. "And tell my parents that I never forgave them."

"Anything else?" I asked, and then she smiled at me. She told me to just be myself, and never lose sight on the man that I was. I closed my eyes, and felt like there was no need to fucking fight and argue. "Yeah, I guess that I can do that."

Then we went in for a kiss, and after several moments, it was time for me to fulfill her wishes. I fired two shots in her chest, and she fell down on the ground, dead. I placed the gun in my pocket, immediately regretting what I did. But I was just fulfilling her wishes. But right away, I started to leave the area, as I was sure people would be pursuing me.

I went to my car in record time, and started to drive home, and I was not going to give my dad ammunition to know that it was me. He needed to not know I had anything to do with this. And as I was driving off, I wondered why I even did what I did. But I hardly fucking cared anymore. At least she would never have to be ruined anymore.

When I was in my room, I found my heroin, and injected myself. Then when I was done, I had some weed, and opened up my window, starting to fucking drift off to sleep. Starting to realize how much I needed this going forward. My addiction starting to seal in.

Scene 5: Breaking News (September 6, 1963)

I was about to leave the house, when I was seeing the news report. I was looking, and I saw that my father was working while the film was playing. "Young woman found dead in the forest after being missing for over a year." After the report said this, I sighed, and I was feeling like I just needed to fucking calm down. I knew that if I showed any sign of breaking, everybody would know it was me.

"Sheldon, I am so fucking sorry for this. I tried to save her. I really fucking did. But she was found in the forest, while the final demolition project is going on." He said, and I saw him actually looking kind of disgusted at what happened.

"Shit. Dad, honestly, do you even fucking care what is happening? That family is ruined, and you barely even fucking did anything to help out?" I asked, and the I was shaking my head, not sure what in the world I was even going to say. In all honesty, I had nothing to even fucking say.

"Pick your words carefully. I have been working my ass off right now, and I understand you are upset. You have every fucking right to be upset. But this is fucked up. I have been doing everything right now." After he was telling me this, I really had no idea what in the world I felt.

"Look, I just feel scared. Honestly, I want those girls to be safe. No matter what fucking else happens, I want them to be fucking safe. But in all honesty, I feel like you are not communicating with me enough, and I feel like this is making things worse for me." I said, feeling like the honesty was all that I fucking needed.

"Sheldon, I wanted you to fucking leave this alone, and you are giving me the exact fucking opposite. What the hell can I fucking do, besides fucking tell you to just fucking leave things alone for once." After my father was telling me this, I started to walk down the stairs.

"You are not going to fucking keep this investigation up. Those girls are getting killed, and there is nothing you can fucking do to change that. If have to draw the line somewhere, and this is now." My father said, and then I shook my head.

"Those girls are being brutally raped, and strapped down where ever they are, and the biggest thing you care about is my fucking safety?" I asked, and I felt like there was no need to bullshit. His car was there. He fucking knew, and I needed to just simply be honest with him the more that I talked. He shook his head, and I was seeing him looking like he was in denial.

"What are you fucking talking about? That is not something you should be openly saying." He said, and then I was starting to walk down, feeling like him admitting this to be true was only the first sign of me knowing that this beyond fucking repair, and that I was dealing with people who were never going to actively try and make a difference.

"I know that something fucking happened. Give me a fucking break. Those girls need to be freed, and the longer you are debating it with me, the longer that it is going to take for those people to get the freedom they deserve. So spare me the fucking bullshit." I said, and then I looked right at him, wondering if he was willing to listen to me for once.

"And I know that you are aware of what is going on as well. For some reason though, you want to fucking deny it, and act like you have no idea what is happening. Well, I feel like I don't really need to hear it at all." I said, and I opened the fucking door.

"If you go out there, sooner or later there is nothing I can fucking do to save you. Sooner or later, you are going to be getting yourself fucking killed. And then I will be looking at the fact that I failed to protect both of you guys, and I know that your mother truly would never forgive me." He said, and then I shook my head, feeling like the fact that he only cared about his reputation was a massive fucking sign that he was no longer caring about anything else.

"That is all you are going towards. A fucking reputation. One that is already in a bad position to begin with, even if you are trying to pretend otherwise. I mean, the people voted you in, and you gave them nothing. I was one of your strongest supporters, and I wanted to give you everything that you needed. But that was before you gave me fucking nothing." As I said this, I hoped that he was going to consider what I had been saying.

"Why are you willing to leave behind everything? You are getting too deep into this? Girls being strapped down in beds? People are going to think you are insane. And in all honesty, I don't even fucking blame them! You are not giving me enough of a plan on where to go here." He said, and then I looked straight at him, feeling like I just needed to be honest.

"I have seen your fucking car dude. In that forest several fucking times. I know for a fucking fact that you have at least a small idea what is happening here. Always around where the forests are. So just spare me the bullshit, and admit what you are seeing?" I pestered, and the entire time that I pestered him like this, I saw that my father was looking scared at what I was saying. Probably aware that I was cracking down on him here.

"That is because I am going in there to fucking evacuate the mines, and see which ones need some work before they are completely fucking shut down. I am not doing anything else in there, and I do not see what point you are trying to make here." After my father said that to me, I shook my head.

"I was telling you that I was already doing that. I mean, I already had seen several of them, and wanted to fucking help. Why the fucking hell did you decide to just throw away everything that I am doing right now?" I asked, and then I looked at him, wondering what in the world I even could fucking accomplish.

"Because I don't want you to be wasting your summer doing the job that I should be doing. You need to see that I am the one who was given this position. Nobody else, and I never wanted you to think for a moment that you were the only person who could change this. So just give me a fucking break." He said, and then I sighed, unsure of what in the world I was even going to tell him at all.

"You might be wanting to tell me that you wanted to help, and you fucking did. You helped out much more than I wanted you to. You got your fucking wishes, and there isn't much that I could be able to change this. But now I feel like it is time for you to start going your own way, and accept the fact that I have to do what I need to do without any extra motivation." After he was telling me this, I was sighing, and I felt like he was a real asshole for saying this.

"I wished that I could believe everything that you fucking say. That would be making things so much easier for me. Just being able to blindly follow everything. But I feel like you simply do not really know what to do about those girls, or do not fucking care." After I said that to him, I saw him shocked beyond belief at what I said.

"Sheldon, you are really pushing my patience with your accusations. You are going around, and acting like I am basically the fucking devil right now, and like I deserve nothing besides fucking hell for everything that I fucking did. I know that nothing I can say will change your mind. But I feel like you are needing to realize that you're being a real fucking asshole for what you're saying right now." After he said that, I was nodding.

"Go in there, and get those fucking girls out. I am not asking you as a son. I am demanding, as a fucking public servant, for you to do your job." I said, and then I went to my car, and then started to drive down to the gas station, so I would do the same, do my job.

Scene 6: Savings Account (September 7 1963)

When I was done with my shift that day, I went to my car, and pulled about half my money out from my wallet. As I was staring at it, I was figuring out that I needed to make a plan, to get this to work out. I was taking a cigarette out, feeling like I just needed to fucking calm down.

I put the money I grabbed, and placed it down in a bag, and I was feeling like I would start to save that up to get my own place, or buy weapons, or something. Point is, save up to use it for important things, that I needed to. And the other half would be for day to day use. As that would still be about six dollars a day that I could be able to keep for myself.

As I was driving home, I was feeling like whatever I would be talking to my dad about, I needed to be extra careful. I mean, as much as he might have pissed me off, I did not want to fucking lose him. I wanted him to be happier, and I felt like with him being the only family member that I still had, I needed to make it work out for the best.

And in all honesty, I knew that at the end of the day, he really was the only person who would love me still. Or at least I was hoping for. And I was starting to sort of see what he was meaning. With me pissing him off, and making him feel like I was not giving him the information that he had needed.

Despite our constant arguments, I did totally get what he was saying. And in all honesty, I feel like maybe if I talked with him more about what I was doing, and we could actually come to a fucking agreement, then things might have fucking worked out more. I just needed to get him to feel like I was not attacking him for any fucking reason at all.

As I was making it home, I was seeing that Todd was already on his way to see me. I was sighing, since I was really not wanting to deal with this at all. He was going to be giving my father even more to work with when he was trying to make his point that I was going around too fucking needlessly, and not make things any better.

As I was getting out of my car, I saw that my father was still deep at work on his own thing, and I was feeling like he would be fine without me talking to him for now. I looked over at Todd, wondering what he was going to say. "Sorry for coming here on a bad time. I know you are just trying to do your own thing, but I just wanted to talk for a bit."

"Don't worry. My dad and I kind of got in a fight earlier. This one was even worse than the usual." I said, and then I sighed, feeling like I just needed to be open with him about it. "I told him if he was taking his job seriously, and didn't fuck around, then he would be able to fucking find out that I was telling the truth about the mines sooner." After I was telling him this, I saw Todd shocked to even hear that.

"Yeah, I am shocked that you admitted that to him. I thought you were kind of always talking about how great he was, and that I needed to give him some more credit. So clearly, this is a bit of a fucking shock." He said, and then I looked at him, and I was wondering what he was even going to be saying right now.

"Well, I was feeling like I was already getting kind of close to a snapping point, and I feel like that was kind of getting me there." After I was telling him this, I saw that Todd was just trying to find something to say to make this whole thing slightly less bad.

"Well, what do you think he feels about that? I mean, you make it seem like that was really something that fucking pissed him off." After Todd was saying that, I slowly nodded, in confirmation that this did indeed piss him off much more than he wanted to say.

"Oh yeah, I was surprised he let me leave and do my normal shift after that. He was kind of pissed off, and he felt like I was not taking what he was doing seriously enough. I guess that I can see how he might have been like that. Feeling like I was just fucking treating him like dirt." After I said that to Todd, I sighed, and I felt like maybe what I said was indeed wrong.

"Regardless, the point is that I want to get your help with this now. I mean, it has been a few days. I feel like the initial pain and fear should be relatively over by now. I need your fucking magic." After Todd was telling me this, I looked at him, and I felt like what he was saying was totally fucking tasteless. I felt like he was needing to just fucking consider what he was saying.

"Dude, I think you need to leave this alone. I almost fucking died during this whole thing, and I feel like you are just not taking this seriously enough." I said, and then I was feeling like I just needed to fucking calm down, and not be too upset with what I was doing.

"That is not something I am able to do. And deep down inside, I feel like it is not something you are willing to do either. You might want act like you moved on, but we both know that deep down inside, that you have not." After Todd was telling me this, I looked at him, and I was feeling like he was a stubborn fucking bastard. I felt like he needed to see that what he was doing was just creating issues for no fucking reason.

"How would you react if other people tell you that they need you to drop this as well? For all you know, they might be feeling that way, and you are making things worse for them." I said, and then I sighed, wondering if he was going to at least consider what I had said.

"If that happens, then I will respect their wishes as much as I can. But I think we both know they will feel that way. They want closure, and they want this to end. Probably even more than you do. And you're the one that fucking knows what is happening. So I think you need to think about things from their perspective." After Todd was telling me this, I wondered what his point was.

"Sheldon, I think that you know that the longer you are holding off on this, the more those people are going to suffer. I am not asking you to think it is the practical thing to do. I need you to acknowledge that it is the right thing to do, and that you are just holding back." After Todd said that to me, I sighed, and I felt like whatever he would say would be only making things worse.

"Why do I have to find myself mentally agreeing with every word of what you are fucking saying? You know how to just make things worse for me." I said, and then I smiled as I said this. Knowing that deep down, he was right. But killing Jamie ruined it all for me.

"I will never judge you for things you are doing. I am only going to judge you for things you are not doing." He said, and then I looked at him, feeling like what he was saying was going to really make me feel like I was being the bad guy for the time being.

"Okay. Let's talk tomorrow. I am just needing to save up some of my money. You know, get my things together, and perhaps we can make things work out much better that way." I said, and then I was sighing, feeling like telling him this was only going to just block the issue off for a while longer.

"Okay. Interesting thing going on. But I assume you have reasons." He said, and then with that, he placed his hand on my shoulder. "Tomorrow. I trust you." He said, and then I sighed, feeling like I would never truly get over what I was doing.

Scene 7: Joyful Burger (September 8 1963)

Todd and I were sitting down at Joyful Burger, and I was feeling like the sheer bluntness of it was what he had fucking needed. "So you are saving up money so you can build a war fund, in case you fucking need it?" Todd asked, and I was seeing him looking like he was having a hard time understanding why this was even fucking happening.

"Basically yeah. I mean, I have no doubt that I feel like I might be building too deeply into things. But I feel like I will fucking need it, just in fucking case." I said, and I shook my head, and then I looked right at him. "Listen Todd, I understand that you probably do not really understand how big this whole thing really is. But if my father is really behind everything, then I can't trust anybody."

"No, I fucking get it. It makes perfect sense. But even with your extra hours, and saving half of it just in case, there is only so much you can build up, especially when trying to fucking take down this entire thing. I mean, I think that you might really just need to confront your father about what he knows." After Todd was saying this, I shrugged, since I was not really in the mood to listen to what he was wanting to fucking tell me.

"Doesn't mean I can't fucking try at least. I mean, I feel like we have a lot of stuff that we need to sort out together. My father might be a bit of a hard ass when it comes to this subject, but he is not without a heart." I said, and I was more trying to convince myself than trying to convince Todd.

As we were both looking up, we saw Larry working on his customers, and I felt like I was just needing to fucking keep my annoyance at bay. Knowing that he was not going to fucking help us, for whatever fucking reason he was going to fucking tell us. I shook my head, and looked back at Todd, feeling like I was just needing to be patient with him.

"Todd, I know that you probably think things are going to be super fucking easy. But unless if my father agrees to this, and actually wants to fucking help me out, then there is no way in hell that I am going to be able to get this to work. My father is going to be the best bet that I have right now." After I was telling him this, I saw Todd looking like he hardly fucking cared.

"You know where the mines are. It shouldn't be that fucking hard to go in there, and just free people up. Simple as that." As Todd was telling me this, I wondered what he was going to be accomplishing a he was telling me this.

"Yeah, but if I free too many, then people are going to notice. If I take one out a time, then plausible deniability might be made." I said, and then I was seeing Todd looking fucking tired, and probably thinking that what I said was bullshit.

"I guess that I can fucking see what you're saying. But I mean, even like once every week, going in there, and bringing somebody out should be relatively feasible. Especially when I am having people like Dana getting in my fucking business about what is happening here." After Todd was telling me this, I was wanting to just smoke my next cigarette, and not fucking care about the world.

"Oh god, Dana. She is probably beaming for information. After all, I told her that I would let her know if there were monsters or not involved." I said, and then I simply shrugged, feeling like the idea of monsters was a bit out there to be honest.

"Yeah, and I can't fucking keep holding her back like this all the fucking time. Sooner or later, she is going to be fucking impatient, and want to know more." After Todd was telling me this, I simply shrugged, wondering what in the world I was even going to tell him now.

"Okay. I fucking see what you are saying. But the truth is that there is not much that I can fucking do to change that." After I was telling him this, I felt like the sooner he would see that, the better that things were going to be for us.

"Look, I appreciate the fact that you told me. But there are so many girls on the line for this. And they deserve better than you just being fucking scared to fucking admit what is going on here." After Todd was telling me this, I wondered what his fucking point was right now.

"What would you fucking suggest then? That I just go around, and just scream the revelation to the world. People are going to put me in the loonie bin sooner or later." I said, and I saw Todd simply looking fucking pissed at the way that I was acting right now.

"I don't know. I feel like deep down, a part of me sees what you are fucking saying. And I want to fucking oppose that. But I know that doing so is only going to just act like you have no fucking right to speak with me." After Todd was telling me this, there was the grinding noise that went off again. By this point in time, after hearing it so many times, I had almost grown completely fucking desensitized to hearing this. I just looked at him, trying to simply hide my annoyance right now. But that was only going to be getting me so fucking much.

"I guess that this is to compensate for what happened with Jamie being found dead." I said, pretending like I wasn't the one who fucking did it, and I was hoping that the longer that I could fucking hide the truth, the better that things would be for myself.

"God damn it. That might be true. If that is the case, then I guess that maybe what I am saying might not be as great of a idea as I might be expecting." After Todd said that, he sounded like he was utterly despising what he was fucking telling me right now.

"Give yourself a break. You are trying to break this from getting any worse. If anybody deserves a fucking chance to be happier here, it is indeed you." I said, and I was trying to say that as a way to be making him feel better. Todd was shaking his head, sounding completely uninterested in what I had been telling him right now.

"I was there when Maurecia fucking died, and I wasn't there when Kevin nearly fucking died. I feel like you are giving me too fucking much credit. Trying to make myself feel slightly less bad. But to be honest, I am not really in the mood to fucking hear it at all." After Todd was telling me this, I looked right at him, and I wondered what was wrong with him right now.

"I know that you were. You were the first one to give me the news. But you also prevented her from becoming a victim of this town's sales. I mean, as much as it makes me sick to say so, her dying is indeed the slightly less of two evils. At least this is something to make sure she never gets in pain ever again." I said, and then I was feeling like telling him this was a fucking sick joke. Not even one that I could fucking buy at all.

"I don't think I will ever get happy from what happened. That was something that I could have prevented. And I could have been a better friend for Kevin if I simply did not fucking bullshit around, and I was actually going to help him with his issues." Todd was telling me this, and I was feeling like what I said was a fucking joke.

"And I feel like you are making a massive mistake trying to fucking tell me how I should be feeling. I know that I made a fucking mistake, and that is all that there is to it." After Todd was telling me this, I felt like any arguing with him was simply not going to matter at all.

"I get it. Look, let me build my fucking finances. I just need some fucking time. Every day I work, I have about an extra six dollars I can add to my fucking war chest. That is enough to get me fucking started." I said, and then I was sighing, and I hoped that telling Todd this would be able to give me something to work with at the end.

Scene 8: Checking Up (September 9 1963)

I was at my shift at the gas station, with my bong and weed already next to me. Hardly fucking caring about if people were catching me while on the clock. While I was here, I could just simply just get high, and pretend like I was happier while I would wait for customers.

As much as I hated to admit it, that was one reason I was doing what I had been doing. With doing extra hours. Even beyond the savings, which I could use to build more strategy while off the clock, I would be here longer, and therefore I would be able to just hold off the responsibility of what I was doing more.

Truth be told, I was feeling like work was something that can give me some fucking peace of mind. Something to at least pretend like I knew what I was fucking doing right then and there. I just hoped that I would not regret what I was fucking doing in the long run.

Before long, while I was in the middle of one of my join smoking, my father showed up, and he was looking at me, as if wanting to say something. I wanted to just have him make his fucking point, so I just needed to fucking get him to talk.

"What do you fucking want?" I asked, and I was clearly kind of being a asshole as I was asking this. When I asked, my father looked like he was just trying to hold back his annoyance at what I said.

"To put it bluntly, I wanted to make sure that you were actually doing your fucking job. Always going around, talking about random things such as how you are going to bring the missing girls together. I feel like I just need to make sure you actually don't fucking lose sight of what you are supposed to be doing." My father said, and then I was starting to get pissed off right now.

I hardly even fucking cared if he saw the weed right now. I wanted him out of the store right now, and not be annoying as shit. He hardly fucking knew that I was trying to just medicate myself. "Honestly, when I am here, I feel like I am normal and at peace. Like all that I need to deal with is the job."

As I said that to him, my father sighed. "You fucking did that to yourself." After my father said that to me, I was sighing, and I wondered what in the world he was even going to say. "Besides, I tried to give you a fucking chance dude. To not deal with this shit. You seem to just ignore that part entirely." My father said, and then I wondered what his point was.

"Dad, you got what you wanted. You wanted to make sure that I was doing my job, and now you see that. I don't understand what more you are fucking wanting." I said, and I was looking right at him, and I was seeing my father shocked to be hearing me suddenly say it this way.

"I just want to know why you care so much about going around and fixing something up that I can do on my own. It is my job as the mayor to bring peace to Wayside. And you are constantly doubting that I will do that." After my father said that to me, I was sighing, since I guess that I did see what he was trying to tell me.

"Because I know you are going to be opposed every single fucking step of the way. I know that people who truly are involved in what is happening to those girls, even if you do not fucking believe me, are going to fucking go around and possibly kill you when you are becoming too close to the truth." I said, still believing in the idea that my father was innocent.

"I mean, I know you would never fucking do something like that. There is no way in hell that you would do something like ruin somebody's life." I said, and as I was starting to stand up, I was feeling a bit light legged. Probably from both the sitting, and the fucking weed. As I was looking at him, I was wondering what I would say to even fucking argue back at all.

"Sheldon, I think some people would already consider me to have ruined their life. You know, fucking wanting the answers, and me not giving it to them yet. In all honesty, it blows my mind that you are still willing to fucking even listen to me anymore at all. Given the harsh words you have sent my way time and time again." After he was telling me this, I did truly consider what he was saying for once.

"Dad, I do not want to be a fucking asshole at all. I feel like you are probably thinking that I am just a blunt dick and shit. But the truth is that I am not that fucking way at all. I just know that you can do something, and I want to fucking help you out." After I was telling my father this, I wondered what I would even fucking tell him.

"Just make sure you fucking think about what you are going to be telling other people before you fucking act like I am not doing my job. It is bad enough when I have to deal with you thinking that I am not." After my father said that to me, I wondered why he even fucking cared.

"So you are letting other peoples opinion fucking change how you are doing shit?" I asked, and I was seeing my father looking like he was tired of fighting with me. Tired of being treated like garbage over everything that I was even saying.

"Never mind. I am starting to fucking give up on trying to get you to see my perspective. You always get into fights with me, and you feel like you know what you are doing more than I do." My father said, sounding fucking tired of this, as he was starting to walk off.

"At least you're fucking working. So I guess that I won't get too fucking upset here, for now at least." After my father was telling me this, he shrugged. "Just don't fucking screw up your final school year. If you manage to fuck up on the one yard line, I will be furious at you, and I will be going in there, and force you to do the school work if I have to."

When he was gone, I sat down, and I shook my head. I took my weed out, shocked beyond all fucked he didn't call me out for that. And as I was starting to smoke, I was feeling like I would be happier when I was finally high. The higher I was, the nicer life would be. I felt like I needed to pick up extra hours at my job, after graduation, for me to be able to get high more.

I felt like no matter how much it was going to be impairing my life at my final year of school, I was feeling like this would all come together. Maybe one of these days, when I was too high to fucking think about other things anymore. I would be happier for once. I would feel like I would be able to finally just get over the fact that I murdered Jamie, over her request, and that it was all my fault that her family would never be happier again.

And I felt like my boss would just be happier to know that I was going to increasingly throw away my life to just stay here. At least this place was keeping me safe. Giving me a place where I would be able to just throw away all the bullshit around me. Not fucking force myself to suffer because of everything everybody else had been doing.

I hated the fact that my father didn't trust me. I hated that I didn't trust him. It was all feeling so fucking wrong, and I feel like I should have fucking stepped up, and made up for what I had been saying this whole time.

There was one thing though, that I was feeling like I just needed to be certain of. I needed to be certain that no matter what else was going on, my father would start to see that at the end of the day, we truly were on the same side. Even if he did not see that, and thought I was being a asshole, I had the best interests in town for mind. Even if it meant calling him out.

Scene 9: Fuck You (September 10 1963)

On the final day that I was with my dad's house, I was starting off relatively normally. I was at my job, just trying to fucking not get too caught up in everything going on around me. To be honest, I was having a feeling that the longer that I would work here, the more that I could start to feel at least relatively at peace.

To be honest, I feel like I just needed to be happy for once. Not dealing with bullshit about the girls, and accept the fact that I would not give them everything that they had wanted. And besides, I was feeling that at this rate, nobody had known that I had killed Jamie. And I was feeling like maybe that was the best that I could get out of this.

As I was smoking my cigarette, I was feeling like whatever I could do to forget the truth about the missing girls was simply what I would need. Those missing girls were never going to be saved. And in all honesty, I had accepted that something like this was fucking true. And there was nothing that I could do to get anybody to listen to me.

If my fucking father refused to listen to me, and he was making it clear that my contributions were not going to be taken into consideration, then I felt like there was no need to worry about that. But I knew that deep down inside, every time I said this to myself, it would never work.

I was with my dad after I had finished up my shift for the day, and when I was starting to settle down, my father was calling out to me. "I just wanted to let you know that I think it is important for you to stop getting involved in this. People are really starting to crack down on this, and they are aware that you have been getting in their business. I am saying for your safety, that you need to stop this." He said, and then I was shaking my head. I couldn't fucking do that, and I was feeling like nothing that he would say would get me to change my mind on the matter.

"Dad, I am not going to be able to leave this alone. I have finally started to know what is happening here. I have given up on you trying to fucking get you to help me out. I know that you won't. But for the love of god, I need you to leave me alone while I do this." I said, and then my father was placing his hands on my shoulders, as if trying to fucking get me to stop what I was doing.

"Sheldon, I am not going to be letting one of my kids get in danger because they can't fucking leave this alone." After he was telling me this, I was sighing, wondering why he was even fucking caring what I was feeling right now.

"If that was the case, then I think you need to fucking find your daughter for once. I mean, do you seriously believe the stories about her being found dead?" I asked, and then I was getting away from him, as I was opening the door, ready to just go, and not deal with him at all.

"Don't fucking bring Riley into this. If you know what I have been dealing with so much, you would know that my daughter is not somebody who you should talk about here." After he was telling me this, I wondered why he was even caring what I was saying at all.

"You know, I wished that I would have been able to believe you. But I feel like you are fucking this whole thing over, at your own gain. And I am starting to feel like I made a fucking mistake ever trusting you." I said, and then I saw that my father was looking like he was feeling utterly fucking attacked at everything I was telling him.

"You know, I am going to be blunt as I say this, but I think that if mom was seeing the way you handled this whole thing, she would be ashamed that she never fucking stopped you from getting into this." I said, and then after I was telling him this, I saw that my father looked like I had finally crossed his fucking line as I said that.

"You are testing your fucking luck Sheldon. It was one thing when you were saying that you felt like I couldn't do enough. If you stopped liking me, that was one thing…" My father said, and then I was sighing, feeling like I just needed to let him finish.

"But to bring my dead wife into this, and tell me that she would hate me, is pushing my patience. You know, I am starting to feel like I understand why those girls are breaking up with you. All you do is fucking screw things over for your own personal gain." After he said that, I was at the point where I was having enough with him.

"I feel like the only reason you are doing this is because you feel like everything is your fucking fault, and you let your friends down." My father was telling me, and I was starting to feel like he was needing to fucking shut up. "And I used to be proud of you."

"Dad, drop it. Why are you trying so fucking hard to make me upset right now?" I asked, and I was feeling like I just needed to pretend like I wasn't too fucking pissed at what he was telling me. I was seeing my father looking like he was glad to get me to be so fucking upset.

"Because I need you to see that you are not really in a spot to be making so many statements against me. I am your father, and I don't know why you feel like you have a right to be lecturing me as much as you fucking have… Frankly, I kind of feel like you are being a bit of a ungrateful asshole here." My father said, and I was finally over what he was saying right now.

"Fuck you!" I yelled, and then I started to head away. As I was starting to leave the house, I went to my car, and started to just drive off. I was feeling just fucking tired of listening to him. I was thinking that the next day, I would come back to him, and maybe try to make things better for him.

Scene 10: Confession Letter (September 24 1963)

I was sitting down in my living room, looking at the letter that I was given. I had completely forgotten that I had gotten a letter from Joy, and I was finding it strange that my father had decided to send it from my place. And when it was still perfectly intact, that shows that he had not read it at all.

I opened it, feeling like now that I knew what was going on, I would just try and fucking make sense out of what happened. As I read it, I was starting to feel a sinking feeling in my stomach, knowing that no matter what happened, I would never be able to let the world know about this.

Hey Sheldon, if you are currently reading this, then as we both expected, I will be dead. And I wanted to just let you know what I believe is going on in this town, just in case. Although I could still be wrong. But I really fucking hope that I am not, and you will soon see why.

So what I have figured out is that the town had a massive infertility issue. Something I think Mrs. Carbunkle herself confirmed that one time you were talking with her all those weeks ago. God, strange to think that the start of summer break feels like ancient history already, even though it has only been about two months ago...

As the infertility kicked in, several people in Wayside started to move out. You know, having no place to stay, therefore there is no point in even staying here anymore. And as you know, Sherman Peabody came up with a solution to try and fight this. That much they have already confirmed in history lessons.

But his solution was darker than I expected. When a new family would move to Wayside, and there was a young daughter, he would make a deal with that family, to let them have fifteen percent of all profits, and they would get a job promotion, and in return, during the night, he would go in, drug the daughter, and take them to the mines.

Once there, as somebody who wasn't affected by the infertility, he would to put it bluntly, impregnate them, and when the child was born, he would send them over to the town. At first, he did this at a rather spaced out rate. Only once every numerous months. To let the hysteria die out.

But with each passing one, he would have to find somebody else into the job. People with certain… tastes for people that age. Or police officers that he had managed to convince to let him continue doing what he was doing. And as disgusting as it was, the numbers do not lie, they got their town back in business.

Over the years, people that opposed to this practice were basically taken out of the town, and never to be seen again. With each passing sale, and other business men in Wayside suddenly getting involved with the business, more and more did they need to expand their monopoly with this town.

And I know that you might have already figured it out, and probably hate to imagine what happened, but I feel like I might as well tell you what happened. But your sister Riley was a victim of this scheme. Your father needed a way to get into Wayside earlier, and a part of the condition was to bring your sister forward.

You might be wondering, or not if you feel like you might have already figured it out, but they are sent to the grinder, usually to fill up a new spot for the next person to be sold off. When a woman turns 35, or is longer producing children to the level as they once were, they are sent up there, to be gotten rid of, as if they never existed.

One way to silence this situation was that all parents who were involved with the sale, or boyfriends, husbands, teachers, who were selling, would get ten percent of all profits from these sales. And when the money comes in, for better or for worse, people start to lose sight of their moral compass. If they ever even had one to begin with, as we already know.

But going back to your sister, as you know, her partial remains were found a while ago. She had been produced disabled children, and they were not really any that would get sold, so the children were forced to be sent to the town. And as a result of her children not being able to sale, she was seen as a liability, and therefore was sent to the grinder.

There seemed to be one that I was able to track down. And that is Tucker Carbunkle. The one who will soon be adopted into the Carbunkle family. I guess that she was so desperate for her second son that she was willing to do anything to get it.

I never realized that something like this would grow to such a giant level. I thought that at most it would only be among a few select people. But knowing how many people have gotten involved in this, and knowing what people can do to those who are trying to do something about this, I feel like the best course of action will be to just simply understand that things are done.

Everybody who tried to oppose of this are given the same treatment as the others. I have a feeling that at the end of the day, you might be able to see a similar issue with what happened to Jenny Wakeman's mom. It seemed like she was never super supportive of this whole thing, and that she might have been thrown away because of this exact reason.

I know you might not want to hear it, but I feel like people such as Larry Needlemeyer are just a part of this, to get what they need in life. I mean, with the way that the Needlemeyer acts around this, I wouldn't be surprised if he is involved in what is happening, and is just basically pretending like he is a normal public servant who cares for the good of Wayside.

But the truth is that no matter what you do, and no matter what you might be willing to accomplish, nothing will ever change. People will still be doing this, and your life will be thrown away if you keep doing this. But at the same time, I want to help you try. I know you want to, and I want to make this work as well.

That is why until I die, I will do whatever I can to make sure that this will be stopped. Or at least by that point, I could say to myself that I died trying. Which I guess is really all that matters when it comes to things such as this in the long run.

As soon as I finished up the letter, I started to walk outside, taking a cigarette out, and I was starting to feel a bit lost on what I was reading. Knowing that in all honesty, if Todd knew what Joy had known, and if what Joy knew became public knowledge, everything Wayside would be extremely exposed.

I was feeling like maybe when I stopped caring about hiding from my mistakes, and stopped caring about the fact that everything that I was doing was going to ruin what had been set out against me, then I would just finally do what needed to be done this whole time. Fucking destroy what had been going on here.

I wondered if Joy would forgive me for the way that I had been planning on just starting to move on. I feel like if she had seen the fact that I had virtually given up on everything around me, then I feel like she would start to feel like this entire case was going to be gone.

As I was thinking again, I heard the grinding noise pop up once again. I sighed in annoyance, mainly just getting to the point where nothing I would say or describe could really get my feelings across. So at this point in time, it was just best to let it happen at this rate, and hope that maybe there would be a bit of a break at the very least from this going on.

Before I could think any deeper on this, that was when Todd was coming up to me. I saw him looking like he wanted to speak to me. I wanted to really open up to him as well. But I was feeling like there was nothing that I could say to make him feel better.

"Sheldon, sorry for not seeing you recently. I have been upset at everything, and I feel like I have taken that out on you." He said, and then I was sighing, and I felt like at this rate, he had every right to be as upset as he did. But I just had no idea what I would do to change his thoughts on this all.

Scene 11: School Issues (September 28 1963)

When I was in school that day, I was looking around, and I was seeing from the look of several classmates faces that they were worried about what I was feeling. They probably did not know the full story of what I had done. And I was kind of glad that they did not know this.

Even Dakota went up to me, and I was seeing him looking like he needed to ask me what was wrong. "Did you find something this summer?" He asked, and then I looked right at him, feeling like I just needed to be fucking honest with him here.

"I found out the truth of what happened to Wayside. But you guys would never fucking believe me in the first place. So I am not going to fucking bother with telling anybody." I said, and then I saw Dakota looking kind of pissed that I was acting this way around him.

"Sheldon, if you know what is there, then fucking tell me what happened. It is your responsibility to let everybody know what is happening." After Dakota said that, I was looking right at him, and I was feeling like I just needed to tell him the truth.

"I can't tell you the truth of Wayside, but I can tell you what happened to Ashley. I feel like you deserve to know the fucking truth." After I was telling him this, I saw Dakota looking like he was considering what I had said.

"I saw her in the area where everybody else was. But she was killed in the room. I tried to get her out, but she was eliminated because the people involved were scared to let her slip out what was happening. I even tried to get them to take me instead. But they wouldn't fucking listen, considering me to be less of a fucking liability." I said, and I looked at Dakota, and I was hoping he would be able to fucking listen to me.

"You tried to save her." Dakota said, and then he was starting to walk back, and then I was seeing him looking like he was suddenly letting the weight of what I had said get down to him. "Are you going to try and fucking destroy this business? You are the only one who fucking can."

"This is supposed to be secret information. I just felt that as her boyfriend, you deserved to know the truth. I know we got into a bit of a falling out earlier. All because you were unwilling to fucking see the bigger picture, I might add. Who knows, I mean, I figured that maybe it could be able to give you some closure to what is happening." As I said this, I saw him looking like he was utterly disgusted at what I was telling him.

"Ashley deserved so much fucking better than that. She was a great person. I mean, I can't be too upset with you. Just saddened more than anything." After Dakota was telling me this, I was shocked to be hearing him take it as relatively well as he had been. I was expecting him to take it fucking horribly. I was glad to be seeing him at least try and see the bigger picture here.

"Sorry to be the one who let you know the news. I mean, I feel like you deserved something better. Just know that I think that if anybody is going to fucking do something to change this, then I will try and reach out to Todd." After I was saying this to him, I was shrugging, not sure what in the world I was even going to be saying.

"Do you seriously think that Todd is going to be the one who can change this? I mean, he is far too young for something like this." Dakota said, and then I was looking at him, wondering why he was even pretending to fucking care what I was fucking feeling.

"I don't fucking know. I mean, I can see from the look on his face that he doesn't even fucking care about something like this age. He will probably start to do this even without me at my side if I have to." I said, and then I rubbed my eyes, and as we were talking, this was when other classmates were showing up, and looked right at us, to see what we were doing.

One of my classmates was Sam, who was looking like he was trying really hard to at least pretend like he was happier than he had been before. But he seemed to be really fucking upset, and his attempts to even hide this was starting to really not work out anymore.

"What are you fucking guys doing here?" He asked, and he was sounding like he was not even really in the mood to have much of a real discussion here. "Are you guys talking about what you guys were doing this summer? I really don't want to even fucking talk about this anymore. The whole subject makes me sick to my fucking stomach."

"Sam, did something happen to you during the summer?" After Dakota asked Sam this, I was seeing Sam looking like he was kind of annoyed with the way that Dakota was even trying to get to know the truth here.

But he sighed, feeling like there was no reason to be fucking fighting this whole thing. Then he sighed, and then nodded. "Yeah, Kevin almost got beat to death by this guy who had been stalking him this whole time. I mean, I thought that he was going to be gone forever. But this man ruined everything." After Sam told Dakota this, he sighed for a bit, feeling no need to say more.

"In all honesty, if you guys just simply start working together, and stop fucking fighting over everything going on here, then maybe you guys would be able to fucking change what is happening here. But I guess that nothing I will say will even fucking matter anymore." After he was saying this, he simply shrugged, not sure what to say.

"I mean, I just simply want to make sure that my fucking brother doesn't die. That is all that I fucking care about anymore." After Sam said that, he was sitting down, and the entire time we were talking, the teacher was looking at us, and he was looking like he was considering everything we were saying.

"Sam, have you fucking found him?" I asked, and I was seeing him looking like he was just considering what I had said. Then he simply shook his head, not really in the mood to be having this discussion at all. Probably feeling like we were just only making this about us.

"No, I haven't found him. After what happened, he essentially vanished. That is the thing that bothers me the most. Knowing that he is fucking gone, and I wanted to change this. But I guess that this is a fucking joke." After he was saying this, he simply just sounded like he was kind of giving up all fucking hope that things would be able to work.

"I know that we never really got along very well before, but I really do feel bad for everything that happened to you." Kevin said, and he was sounding like he was just trying to make the subject at least slightly less bad for Sam. But before long, Sam sat down, and then he was simply not interested in hearing this at all.

"Guys, I just simply want to get through the rest of my fucking senior year. Simple as that. Senior fucking year is all that I want to fucking deal with." After Sam was telling us both this, I felt like there was no need to change this.

"At least Kevin is walking again. That makes the situation at least slightly less bad. To be honest, I was worried that something like this was just simply never going to fucking happen." After Sam was saying this, he brought his hands out, trying to calm down for a bit.

"Once I do find him though, all bets are fucking off. I don't fucking care what fucking happens anymore. Everything can just go fuck itself afterwards." Sam finished, and then I sat down, simply not really in the mood to be having this discussion.

A little bit later, the rest of the students were showing up, and then the teacher was getting out of the chair. Probably feeling like he was just needing to try and change the subject, and get us to at least temporarily forget what happened.

"Alright guys, so as you know, this is your final year of high school. Which means after this year, you're all going to be young adults, and you need to fucking show some responsibility in this town." After the teacher said this, I was mildly annoyed with what he was saying. The idea that something like this was the most important thing to say.

"I understand being worried about how you are going to handle this. This is a very big period of your lives. But there is nothing to worry about. Life works in a constant cycle. Things fucking work out the way that they are meant to, even if you do not fucking see it." After the teacher had said that, I was then looking down on the table.

In all honesty, I was just wanting to smoke some fucking weed. I placed my head on the table, thinking about how the weed would just at least for a few minutes take me off the world of monsters. Off the world of girls being brutally molested.

As I was thinking about this, I felt like I was a fucking failure. I could have changed things, and made it better. But nothing else fucking mattered at all. I was going to be making a ton of fucking mistakes. I was just wanting to get high, and when I would get high, the world would just move on, without my needing to get involved.

Scene 12: Trusting The Wrong People (October 1 1963)

It had been a while since I had read the letter. I swear after I had read this, I started to just go insane a bit, and I wanted to scream and die from everything that had been happening. The night after I read the letter, I got a supply of drugs. And when I saw that, I started to suddenly realize that I wanted to just get out of this. I wanted to pretend like I could start to be happier for once with this.

I would inject the heroin for a bit, and I was shaking my head, wondering why everybody even fucking cared what I was feeling, and I was starting to feel like what Joy wanted from me would never fucking matter. As I was smoking a cigarette, I started to consider what in the world I would even fucking tell him at all.

After a week or so though, I realized that the only time I would be acting normal was when I was out at work, pushing through my shifts, and I was able to just be able for several hours. And I was feeling like whatever Todd wanted from me, he would have to fucking go along and talk to somebody else for once.

When I was at work, Todd started to show up, and he was looking at me, and I was seeing him kind of upset with me for a bit. I looked up at him, and I was wondering if I even fucking cared what he was going to be saying to him. In all honesty, I didn't even fucking care anymore.

"Sheldon, what the fucking hell is going on dude? I have been trying to talk to you, but you are not willing to speak to me. Are you so fucking focused on your drugs?" After Todd asked me this, I looked right at him, and I wondering what his fucking point was.

"Todd, I think you would be better to just leave me alone." I said, and then I looked at him, and Todd looked mildly annoyed with the stuff that I had been saying right now. "After all, I screwed up, and I failed to save many of those people. I tried…"

"Sheldon, what the fucking hell? I mean, you are the first one who is actually making a fucking difference here. Are you just starting to believe all the shit that your father says?" He asked, and then I looked right at him, wanting him to shut up when he mentioned that.

"Never bring him up around me again." I said, and then I looked at him, and I shook my head. "I think that he might truly be one of the ones behind this whole thing after all. Especially with what he did with Riley." I said, and then I saw Todd start to suddenly take back what he was saying. Hoping that I could calm down for a fucking second.

"What do you mean, what he did with Riley?" Todd asked, and I was suddenly hearing him sounding really worried here. I wondered if he was going to have a bunch of questions in his mind. I looked at him, and I wondered why he was suddenly pretending like he was caring now.

"She had disabled babies, and was sent to the grinder as a result of it." I said, hoping that he would be able to fucking get it. As soon as I said this, I saw Todd instantly interpret what I had fucking meant. As he did, I suddenly saw him looking like he was clearly fucking sick to hear this.

"Sheldon, what the fucking hell? I mean, I was feeling like he might not have been super trustworthy, but I never thought that I would have fucking heard that." He said, and then I looked at him, glad to see that he was suddenly humbled as he was hearing this.

"Thank god you're not giving me a bunch of bullshit talking about how you fucking knew or shit. Until that point, I just simply disagreed with him. But now, I feel like I never want to see him ever again, for the rest of my fucking life." I said, and then I was standing up, and started to smoke a cigarette, hoping he would suddenly make things different.

"Are you going to fucking kill him?" After Todd asked me this, I looked at him, and in all honesty, I didn't want to. I felt like it would have been wrong to do so. But I feel like there was no fucking choice but to. I was slowly nodding, as I was seeing Todd start to suddenly understand.

"Sheldon, if you plan on doing this, then you need to stop with that fucking heroin. Simple as that. If you keep having that shit, it will start to fucking ruin your entire fucking life." After Todd was telling me this, I looked at him, wondering what the hell he even fucking meant here.

"I know Todd. But it has been helping me sleep, after what I saw in there. And it's only been a handful of days since I learned. I mean, I feel like I could be able to hold off on it a while longer." I said, and then I was seeing Todd looking like he was just feeling like what I said was a big fucking mistake.

"But what if it goes beyond sleep? What if your father, or other people, are doing this on purpose? You know, because you don't like there anymore, he might be feeling like there is no other choice but to just do this to you. This might be letting him win." Todd said, and then I sighed, and I felt like nothing I would say would be making things any different to him at all.

"I know that something like this might be happening. And if that fucking happens, just do this yourself. Find out what needs to be done, and you will fucking be the best man here." I said, and then I looked at him, and I wondered what in the world he was even going to be saying.

"So Sheldon, you are basically letting your father fucking win? Getting what he wants. You know that by doing this, this almost is just going to make things a million times worse." Todd was telling me this, I sighed, and I shook my head, taking a cigarette out, not really in the mood to hear what he was saying.

"I know when I feel like it is time to fucking let go. I ruined my fucking life. I mean, I know that my father was the one that had moved in here. But in all honesty, I was the one that insisted on making this search continue for once." I said, and then I was starting to get out of my chair, unsure of what to say now.

"Sheldon, don't fucking give up on this right now." After Todd was telling me this, I was wondering what his point was here. "I mean, I trusted you the most out of everybody, and suddenly you are making me fucking lose my patience with this shit." After he was telling me this, I wondered what his point was right now. Why he was even fucking caring what I meant.

"I will say that I feel like you made a fucking mistake working with me. I mean, I should have just never spoken with you. Maybe your life would have been fine now. But now that I think about what I had done, I am sick with myself. At least I can say for sure that you were the only that actually tried to make it work." I said, and then I was shaking my head as I was saying this.

"I would have made a bigger mistake if I didn't do something. You know, at least with something like this, I can firmly say that I fucking fought for once." After Todd was telling me this, I felt like there was nothing else to even fucking say to argue with him at all.

"I mean, Joy was right. She said that I didn't fucking fight enough. And now that I am fighting, nobody fucking wants to do this. It feels like I am in a lose and lose situation no matter what I do or say in my entire fucking life." He said, and then I simply did not know if I cared enough to reply. I never fucking cared at all.

"She probably didn't fucking mean it that way." I said, and then I sighed, wondering if I was even right when I said this. I felt like whatever I said to her would be kind of a waste of fucking time. "But regardless, I doubt that anybody fucking cares at all.

"What do you think Maurecia would want from you anyways?" I asked, and then Todd looked at me, as if considering what I was suggesting to him. He was then sounding like he was kind of annoyed with everything going on. But I just decided to push him harder.

"I don't know what she would have wanted. But god dude, that is a fucking low blow. Bringing her into this like this. After all, I failed with protecting her." After Todd was telling me this, I found it funny how he was suddenly acting like this was the thing that he was caring the most about here.

"I know. I know that might have been too far. But I know that I am going to have to go to hell for my mistakes, no matter what I do. If I kill these men, then I will have to go to hell for that. If I don't, then I will go to hell for not saving those girls." I said, and then Todd looked like something else was on his mind.

"Did something else happen?" Todd asked, and then I was looking at him, hoping to get him to leave me alone. "I mean, I won't judge you for this. So don't fucking worry about this." He said, and then I looked at him, wondering what he was even meaning here.

"I found Jamie there. I tried to fucking make her feel better. I loved her, and told her so. Then she told me that she couldn't live with the pain of what was happening. Those nightmares of those men ruining her life. She asked me to fucking kill her. And I knew there was no way to change her mind. So I obliged." I said, and then I looked at Todd, wondering what he would say in response.

"Damn. That must have fucking sucked. Do you know what else you are going to do to change this?" He asked, and I simply did not care at all what he was going to be saying right now. He probably thought that I was the worst person ever right now.

"I am never going to tell her parents. Let them have hope. I mean, I trusted the wrong people, and I fucking know it. I should have listened to you the first time." I said, feeling like there was nothing else I could have said to make it different.

"Then you would be doing exactly what your father did." Todd said, and I looked right at him, wanting to beat him a new one due to the fact that he compared me to a child molester. But I decided to leave him alone, since I knew that he probably did not mean anything wrong. "Sorry. Too far. I guess that I am just on edge right now." He said, as he I took out a cigarette, basically hoping he would fuck off with that.

Scene 13: Kevin's New Plan (October 6 1963)

A while later, I went on to see Kevin, to see how he was doing. I felt like I Just needed to also apologize to him, to make him know that I wasn't trying to just leave him behind. I was feeling fucking terrible over everything that had happened, and I feel like it was all my fucking fault.

When I was at the door, I saw Sam starting to walk off, and he was looking at me. I saw him looking like he was just feeling fucking unsure of what to believe here. "Just make sure that he doesn't get involved in whatever fucking shit you do. My brother deserves happiness." After he said that to me, I sighed, not really in the mood to hear it.

"I just want to see his condition is all." I said, and then after I was telling him this, Sam shook his head, and then he was leaving me alone. I knocked on the door, and then before long, Kevin opened the door, and looked up at me.

"I should have just left things alone for once in my fucking life. I should have just realized that people wanted me to just have a normal life." After Kevin was telling me this, I was looking right at him, and I wondered what in the world he would say.

"I mean, I have tried to get together with Jenny, and just see how she feels. But she seems pissed off right now. I have a feeling like she will not want to fucking see me too much anymore. I deserve so much fucking better than this." He said, and I was feeling like I just needed to leave him alone.

"Sheldon, maybe she is scared to talk to you, and I feel like maybe she is worried that doing so will start to drive things apart here." I said, and then I was seeing Todd looking like he was hardly fucking interested in hearing what I had to say at this rate.

"I just thought that when this was done, she would be one of the first to reach out to me. And when I was seeing that she wasn't there, at first I didn't feel anything. But I was feeling worse and worse with each day." After Kevin was telling me this, I felt like I just needed to try and find something to say to make him feel better.

"Look, Jenny was there for the first several days after what happened to you. I feel like it was only when school started up that she stopped doing so as much." I said, and then I was then sighing. I sat down, feeling like I just needed to try and fucking pretend like I was aware of what I was getting into.

"What is your fucking plan going to be now? Are you going to be going back to school normally? I mean, that might be one of the best courses of action for you to be taking when it is time." I said, and then I was wondering if he was willing to listen to me in the first place.

"I mean, my parents think that it might be best for me to just not go to that school anymore. They think that man might be coming back, and I do sort of see where they are coming from." After Kevin was telling me this, I sighed, not sure what I was even going to be telling him.

"So I might have to just completely go somewhere else. Sam is in his final year of school, so they will still be living here until he graduates. They are still deciding what to do. Since I am still recovering, and not in a good enough condition to go back to classes." Kevin said, and I looked at him, feeling no need to argue.

"What the fucking hell is your new fucking plan then?" I asked, and then I was seeing Kevin looking like he was considering everything that I had asked him. Then with that, I was feeling like I just needed to be much more careful with what I was doing.

"I am going to be finding out where that man is going to be, despite the fact that I don't feel like it will be safe. And when I do, I will tell Sam where he is, and I will be helping him kill that fucking man. He doesn't deserve to have a life, and I am going to take away his chance from having it." After Kevin was telling me this, I was shocked to be hearing him say something like this in the first place.

"Kevin, this man will fucking kill you. For real this time. He almost did last time. There is no fucking reason to not think that he will be doing the exact thing again." I said, and then I was seeing Kevin looking like he was not even fucking caring at all.

"I don't know yet. I mean, if he was wanting to kill me, I think he would have done so. I feel like he might have been holding back. I feel like he might have just done that to make a fucking point." He said, and then I looked at him, and I was shocked to hear him even say something like this in the first place.

"What the fucking hell dude? If that guy was trying to make a fucking message, then he was a bit rough with it." I said, and then I sighed, feeling like there was no point I even arguing with him in the first place. I just knew he would hardly listen.

"I am just making fucking theories dude. You know, I have to try and understand him myself. So please just give me a fucking break right now." After he was telling me this, I really had no idea what I was saying in the first place.

"Anyways, I am going to try and just make sure that he can't kill anybody else. Even if it puts my life on danger. If you do not want to be a part of this, then I do not fucking blame you. But I feel like this is my fucking only choice." After he was telling me this, I said, and I felt like nothing else I could say would even fucking matter at all.

"I guess that I have to fucking do this. Even if I do not want to, I have to. I hope that this doesn't fucking ruin everything that we are doing." After I was telling him this, I saw him looking utterly fucking tired, and I was seeing him looking like he was no longer caring anymore.

"Do not tell Sam about the fact that I will be with him on this. I know he will no longer want my fucking help. But I have to just do what is right." As Kevin was telling me this, I was feeling like whatever I could fucking say was only going to just hurt my life.

"Okay. I will try and fucking hide this from him. But I think you probably know for a fucking fact he will not fucking listen to me. You better give him some fucking good reasons to go along with this." I said, and then I took a cigarette out, and I was feeling like I just needed to keep what I was feeling to myself. I feel like there was no point in even saying anything else.

"Sheldon, I know that my brother wants to keep me safe, and I appreciate the fact that he feels this way. But I don't fucking care what he thinks." As Kevin said this, I was feeling like telling Sam was going to be the only choice, if I was wanting to keep Kevin safe for a while longer.

"Okay, I will keep things alone for the time being. But as soon as I feel like something is putting you in danger, then I will fucking come in, and I will fucking tell Sam everything that is happening. And you will have to explain this to him." I said, and then I was seeing Kevin looking like my plan was going to put him down a bit.

"Fucking fine. I guess that I can fucking handle this. I mean, after all, I do need somebody to help protect me a bit more." After he was telling me this, I was wondering what the hell my plan was going to be from now on. "But Sheldon, please wait until you feel like you have no fucking choice but to do this."

"Okay. I guess that is fucking fair. Unless if I feel like there is nothing else that I can do, I will keep this between the two of us." I said, and then I was shrugging, and I felt like there was nothing else I could have said that would make things different.

As I was standing up, and starting to drive off, I was feeling like there was nothing else to be doing. "At least you guys are fucking safe. That is all that fucking matters, I suppose." I said, feeling like there was no point in even getting involved in anything like this right now.

"And when you see Jenny next, please tell me that I really did love working with her." Kevin said, and then I was sighing, feeling no point in discussing what I fucking felt. I felt like he might have been getting too deep into this.

"I think you need to be telling her yourself. She might be willing to fucking see you." I said, and then I was starting to feel completely fucking indifferent. I went inside my car, and then I was starting to drive along, leaving Kevin alone for the time being.

I was feeling like if Kevin was going to get himself killed soon, then everything was going to be my fault. For not fucking telling Sam about this. And I feel like if he never wanted to speak to me anymore, then I feel like it would be one hundred percent justified.

And I felt like nothing Cathy could fucking tell me would give me any consolation. Cathy was going to make every excuse for me, and I knew that she would never fucking get what I felt. She would never see how much of a fucking monster I really was here.

Scene 14: The Hazing Effect (October 8 1963)

I was waking up to a knock on the door. I looked around, and suddenly realized how dirty my area had already become. Filled with empty cigarette packs, unfished weed, and whatever other substances I was able to grab a hold of. I was disgusted with myself, even though I did not want to admit such a thing, as that would be admitting that I was a fuck up.

I opened up my window, and then answered the door. When I was opening it, I saw that Todd and Cathy were there. I tried to cover up my arm, to hide the areas I had injected with. But I was aware that they both noticed what had been happening. But I was appreciating the fact that they weren't bringing it up around me at all. I felt like maybe they had some humanity in them after all.

"We were wanting to tell you that we were planning on looking around town for a bit. You know, just try and figure out if we can blow something sky high right now. Sheldon, you know what happened down there." Todd said, and he was sounding like he was more mentally pleading than anything else right now.

"I am done with that. I couldn't even fight those people even if I wanted to. After all, look at my shit." I said, and then I was seeing Todd and Cathy looking inside. Both of them taking what was going on into note. Todd looked at me, and I was seeing his disappointment running rampant the entire time.

"And why did you fucking bring Cathy here? You know that she does not need to get involved with this shit. I told you because I didn't mind you knowing. But she deserves better." I said, and Todd was shaking his head, as if hardly fucking caring what I would be saying at all.

"Sheldon, focus on the bigger picture. This not the time for fighting. I mean, even if you do not care about the rest of the town, then you got to fucking fight for Riley. After everything your father did to her." Todd said, and then I was going over to my sink, ready to throw up again at the reminder over how my father showed his "love" for my sister.

When I looked at Todd again, I saw both him and Cathy looking like they were just trying to decide what they wanted to say. What they felt like needed to be said. "Sheldon, I hate manipulating you like that. I hope that you know that. But you need to fucking look at the bigger picture." Todd said, and then I looked at him, wondering why he was doing this.

"If we do go into this, then promise me that we are not going to let the younger Carbunkle son get involved in this. Ever." I said, and then I looked at both Cathy and Todd, both of which were really fucking confused what I was meaning.

I grabbed all the empty cigarette packs, and then threw them in the trash, trying to at least clean up a little bit while they were here. "He is so young after all, that it hardly even seems to be worth it at all." I said, and I was sighing, feeling like saying this would get them both to understand what I was feeling here.

"I'm sorry. I mean, I tried to listen to what you said. You know, about forming a new life, and leaving this all behind. But I can't fucking let those girls suffer in there whole everybody is moving on with their lives. Just being violated, and forced to fucking breed." Todd said, and then I looked at him, and I was shocked. He managed to find a way to make this sound even more disgusting than it already was.

"Sheldon, how did you slip up like this?" Cathy asked, going around the house, and I was feeling horrible. She was finding a way to make what happened sound even fucking worse than it already was. I sighed, and then sat down on my fucking chair, pretending like it wasn't fucking sad that I was sleeping on the fucking ground with a sleeping bag.

"I mean, people have noticed. When you are at school, you seem on edge. Barely able to fucking focus. You seem like you are just trying to pretend like you are happy, when we both know that you are not." She said, and then I sighed, feeling like nothing I could tell her would be making her shut the fucking hell up for a fucking moment.

"Look, at this point in time, given everything that is happening, I am just glad that I am not in prison right now. You know, or dead. The fact that I am only dealing with various drugs to fucking cope with what I now is better than nothing." I said, taking two cigarettes out this time, and I hardly fucking cared.

"Never mind. I should have never even bothered. I can see from the look of things that you are too busy just enjoying the fucking wasted life. I will have to do this on my own then." Todd said, and then as he was getting close to leaving, I started to run towards him, to get him to fucking stop.

"No you're fucking not." I said, and then Todd looked at me, and I saw him looking like he was basically wanting to just get the fuck away from him. "No way in hell I am letting you do this alone." I said, and then Todd shook his head.

"I told you that I was going to bring this place down, or die trying. Simple as that." He said, and then we both looked at Cathy, and I was wondering what she was going to be saying in response to this. "I would rather die at thirteen and fighting than die at fifty and complacent." He said, in a ultra matter of fact way.

"But doing this by yourself is god damn suicide Todd. If you want to do this, then you need to at least have like a friend with you." I said, and then I grabbed his arm, and then he immediately got himself out of my grip, to make me stop what I was doing.

"Stop touching me like that." Todd said, clearly sounding upset with the way that I was acting right now. "I wanted to work with you, but you refused to fucking agree to this. And looking at you, I'm starting to feel like it was a mistake to even fucking ask you." After Todd was saying this, I sighed, and I felt like nothing I could say would even fucking matter.

"God damn it, you're going to make me regret to agreeing to this, aren't you?" I asked, and then I looked around my area, feeling like I was just needing to make a plan to make this work, if Todd was insisting that we would go on and do this anyways. I wanted to make sure he knew that I was still calling the shots here.

"Fine. If you want to do this, then I guess that I have no fucking other choice but to let you have what you wanted." I said, and then I was wondering what else I would even fucking say right now. I looked at Cathy, and then I sighed a deep fucking sigh. "But before we go too deep into this, I want to see that Tucker Carbunkle. I want to make sure that he is doing alright."

"Why do you even fucking care about Tucker Carbunkle? He's just a kid, and in all honesty, given the way that Mrs. Carbunkle reacts to us, I would doubt she would even want to see me. At best, Brad might be willing to talk." Todd said, still thinking about the while brother thing, I could fucking tell.

"Look, I think you need to have some personal stake as well. After all, with you being related to Brad, I feel like this might be for the best." I said, as Cathy was coming up to us, and I was seeing that her head was turning at a million miles per hour.

"Brad Carbunkle is your brother?" She asked, and I was wondering why this was the detail she was getting hung up over. It didn't even really matter, and I was seeing Todd looking like he himself was mildly annoyed with her sudden interest in the subject.

"Yeah, so that was the reason why Mrs. Carbunkle hated me. She felt like she was being taken away from her chance to have the life she deserved, because I wasn't there with her as well. You know, because of the whole fucking focus on the idea that she deserved both boys. I have no idea why I wasn't there though. So I guess that I can sort of see her side." As Todd said this, he was sounding upset with the fact that he was even admitting this at all.

"Jesus fucking christ. This whole story gets more complicated with every turn. Is this one of the reasons you didn't want to tell me? Because of what was going on with Carbunkle?" Cathy asked, and then I slowly nodded. I felt like at this point in time, lying was not even going to fucking matter anymore. So there was no point in doing so.

"Yeah, I felt like you were better off just focused on your own things. Sorry for the lies. I just feel like you knowing all this stuff is only going to be making things worse." I said, hoping that by telling her this, she would consider what I was saying at the very least.

"But yeah, that is my term of condition. If we are going deeper into this, we speak to Tucker, and we speak to Brad as well. And you are not bringing anybody else into this." I said, and then Todd was slowly shocked at that condition.

"Just you and me. While we go and fix this shit up. I do not want this getting any worse at all." I said, and then I was sighing and looked right at Cathy, wondering what she was having in her mind. I just was wondering if she was even going to form a response.

"Okay. Fine. But in return, you don't flake out. Until this is done, we need to work on this every weekend. At least a little bit. And you need to start cleaning up. No more drugs. At least not while we're investigating." Todd said, and then I was feeling like this fucking condition was hard for me to accept. It was feeling like he was taking away my main life force as he was saying this.

"I can fucking try. No promises though. You know, I hate this. I fucking hate this." I said, and then I sat down, and I felt like I was suddenly just losing most of what I was even having with me to begin with. Nothing to fucking give me any extra motivation at all.

"Calm the fucking hell down Sheldon. You are starting to worry me quite a bit." He said, and then I laughed as he was saying this to me. The idea of him being worried while he was planning on doing this was fucking ridiculous, to say the least.

"Says the person who was going to fucking take down the biggest criminal organization in history all on his own when he lost all his friends this last summer." I said, and that come back really struck a chord with Todd, I could tell. Which was my intent. So seeing him uncomfortable was all that I needed.

Scene 15: My Heroin (October 11 1963)

When I was going inside, after my shift that day, I was sitting down, and I was feeling like I needed another dose right away. I just needed to fucking pretend like I was doing alright. I was taking out some cigarette, and I was still thinking about what Todd was going to do once he was having the fucking chance to.

I went to the phone, and then I ended up calling Dana for a bit. I knew it was a odd choice, but I was feeling like I was needing to just see what she fucking knew, and what I was going to be able to fucking do to convince her that I was still working with her here.

Dana answered, and she was sounding kind of shocked to hear me. "What do you fucking want Sheldon?" She asked, and I was shocked at hearing her actually not even sound all that happy to be hearing me calling her. I couldn't be too surprised, to be fair. I felt like I already did many things to make things worse for her right now.

"I want to fucking talk to you about those monsters. I think that the truth is that I won't be able to help you nearly as much as I used to, and that you need to just focus more on what Todd can do. He is the best bet for you all. I feel like I am starting to slip out here and there." After I told her this, I felt like the pure honesty was the best that I could be able to give her.

"Is it because of those fucking drugs you're taking? I was holding out hope that Todd would be a fucking liar, and just saying that to show how angry he was at you…" Dana said, and then I was closing my eyes, scared of what she was saying. Knowing that I had really fucking messed up here.

"Look Dana, I get it. I screwed up. I don't need you to fucking tell me that shit. You do not think that I can see what I fucking did, and realize that I should have been there for the girls without any fucking hold backs." After I was saying this, I sighed, and then considered what next to say.

"Look, just trust him when you see him. Don't fucking hold back. Even if you two have had fights before, and a breaking up, he is still by far the best bet for you guys." After I was telling her this, I was feeling like her understanding would be best.

"He might have made mistakes, but he cares about other people, and he fucking cares about you all. I know that for a fucking fact. You just need to be more patient with him, and let him have the time to fucking show you." I said, and then I was hoping she would fucking listen to me. I was needing her to fucking listen to me.

"Sheldon, Todd told me that you found something down there. That you know the secret to the town's case now. Can you be able to fucking tell me?" She asked me, and then I sighed, feeling like that was going to be far too loaded of a question for her to fucking answer.

"I did find something down there. I think that it would be best if you never fucking know. As somebody who had seen that myself, I feel like it is best for you to just leave this subject alone." I said, and then I was shrugging, feeling like saying this was something to get her to temporarily calm down.

"So basically you are taking something that would be able to make all the difference, and you are fucking lying to us about it? Just so you would be able to not cause any fucking risk." After Dana was telling me this, I sighed, and I was feeling like her way of telling me this, was a fucking low brow.

"Look, I want to tell you guys. I really do. I think I will, once I know what I am getting myself into. Just give me a month or two to figure out what the best action is going to be. I do not want to hurt you here." I said, and then I sighed, wondering if she was going to fucking listen to me in the first place.

"Okay, I guess that I will be willing to wait a couple of months. But if you still haven't told me, and it gets near summer of next year, I am not going to be playing around anymore. I am going to make you tell me." She said, and then I sighed, and I was thinking about what she was telling me.

"Look, I get why you're pissed off. I made a promise, and I fucking flaked. I get it. But the truth is that I have no fucking choice. I need to do this if I want to keep you guys happier." After I was telling her this, I sighed, and I was unsure of what to even fucking say.

Before we were able to talk too deep into it, that was when there was a knock on my door. "I will call you back later. Probably. I have somebody at my door." I said, and then I hung up, and then I started to walk towards it.

When I was at the door, there was a second knock, as I was taking a second to think. Then with that, I opened, and there was a man with a giant white Styrofoam box. "Here is your next supply. Fifty bucks a month for a permanent shipment." The guy in black said, and I wondered who my seller was. But I hardly cared, as I took the money out, aware that I needed to wok extra hours soon to compensate, and then he left me, as I opened up my box, to see what I had gotten.

"Do you know who the person giving me these are? I want to know, so I can be able to fucking thank them. I have been running out for a while." I said, feeling like I just needed to try and fucking be honest as I said this. The man was smiling as I asked this, thinking my question was hilarious.

"That is not something I am allowed to disclose. They were sworn under secrecy. Just be happy that you have somebody who cares about your interest much more than you fucking expected." After he was telling me this, I sighed, and I was feeling like there was no point in fighting him right now.

"Okay. If you fucking say so. Not really in the mood to fucking fight you with this. I really need this. After everything that I have already seen, I can't fucking focus on anything else." After I was telling him this, I sighed, and I was feeling like I just needed to be honest with him when I was telling him this.

As he was walking off, he looked at me, and I was feeling like whatever he wanted to say to me, he just needed to get it off his fucking chest, and not be just staring at me for several moments. "Just so you know, there are a lot of rumors about various things you have been doing. I do not know if I believe them. But I just wanted you to know that in all honesty, you should probably not be getting any deeper into this. That is only going to make things much worse for you." He said, and I was staring at him, not interested in what he was trying to tell me.

"I don't fucking care about those honestly. People can say whatever they want. As long as I can still do stuff, while having my heroin, then that will be fine." I said, and then I was shrugging, and then I sat down on my bed, and then I was pulling out some of my weed.

I was just extremely glad that my fucking boss told me he was not going to do any drug tests on me, as doing so would get me fired. But he needed coverage for his own personal things so much that he was willing to fucking let it go. So until that changed, the gas station was what I needed.

As I was getting my high, I started to take a couple of cigarettes out as well, and my first needle, ready to inject when I was going to bed, while I was taking my homework out, and figured I would try to do some of that before I went to bed, that way I could still get at least some homework points. I gave up on getting straight A's all the time, but as long as I got my credits to still graduate, then I would be happy this year.

Scene 16: The Second Carbunkle (October 15 1963)

I was at the Carbunkle house, and I was shaking my head, and I was seeing Todd looking like he wasn't really even pretending to care what I was going to be saying now. I knocked on the door, and then Brad answered the door. He then looked over at Todd, and I saw him suddenly get slightly scared of what he was seeing right now.

"Look, I know you probably do not want to speak to us right now. We were wanting to see your mother. So you do not need to worry about us right now." I said, and then after I was telling him this, I saw him clearly not wanting to discuss this right now.

"I think it is more of what my mother would fucking say if she saw what you were doing here. I mean, she fucking hates you guys, and she is beyond even fucking hiding the fact that she blames you for everything that is happening." After he was telling us this, that was when I looked at Todd for a bit.

"I want to fucking see the new kid. I just feel like I need to know that he is being raised well." I said, and then after I said that to him, this was when Brad was suddenly looking horrified at what I had fucking suggested.

"God damn it. This is going to get me in so much fucking trouble. My mom wants nothing to do with you guys." He said, and then after he was saying this, I slowly nodded at this, glad to be seeing him taking the fucking chances to talk.

"Just promise me that if she finds out what you are doing, that you will not be bringing me into this right now." Brad said, and I slowly nodded. I was not really in the mood to argue with him at all. He was going to pester us into this, and to be honest, I was feeling like whatever he wanted to hear was the best way to get through this.

"Okay. I guess that we can fucking do that." I said, and I wasn't really interested in having this argument with him right now. "But Brad, trust me when I say that this is the right choice. I think you do not need me to be telling you that your mother is not the person that you should be trusting." I said, and then I was seeing Brad just looking like he wanted to strangle me at this.

"Just fucking see him." Brad said, and then he let us inside, as we were walking up to the bedroom. Brad was looking around, and I was seeing that no matter what was happening, he was still scared about his mother seeing him. I felt like he was taking this too seriously.

Once we were in the room, we were seeing him sleeping. But his feet were slightly shown out from under his blanket, and they were looking like they were slightly disfigured. I looked at Brad, instantly knowing one of the affects of being a disabled child.

"I was shocked when I saw this. He wasn't really in good condition when mom adopted him. Mom has just been trying her best to make sure that he doesn't have a bad upbringing." After Brad said this, I was sighing, and I wanted to tell him the truth. But I sighed, feeling like I just needed to leave him alone.

"I guess that I am going to do the best that I can myself. I mean, I guess that sooner or later, he will have to fucking branch out, and become his own person. But hopefully before he goes to school, he will be able to fucking walk at least somewhat normally." As he said that, I looked at the child. And I was starting to wonder what Riley would have felt about this.

"If your mother upset at adopting a disabled child?" I asked, not even fucking caring if I was harsh at this. I was seeing Brad looking like he was shocked to even hear something like this. Then with that, he sighed, not sure what in the world he was even going to be saying now.

"I think you need to realize that she was so desperate to have a fucking family that she hardly fucking cares about something like this. And in all honesty, even though I do not agree with all she is doing, I feel like she is finally improving. Since she is finally getting all she had wanted." Brad said, not sure what to feel about this.

"Brad, I think sooner or later, you need to stop making excuses for your mother. You literally just said yourself that you did not agree with what she was doing." I said, and then the guy was starting to open up his eyes, looking tired, and kind of upset with what he was hearing.

"For the sake of my fucking brother, leave the subject alone for now. I am not going to be having this argument with you right now." After Brad was telling me this, he looked at Todd, and I wondered what his plan was going to be now.

"Yeah, I guess that makes some sense after all." After I said that to him, I walked out of the room, and Todd was simply confused at what I was even fucking suggesting at this point in time. But then I took out a cigarette, unsure of what to say now.

"Sheldon, why are you suddenly coming towards me right now? I mean, seriously. You just randomly show up, and then you basically demand to see my younger brother, and then you give me no fucking reason to understand what you are saying." After Brad was saying this, I looked at Todd, feeling like there was no reason to even argue with him anymore.

"You might not know everything right now. But we were all deceived by a lie from the people leading this town. I fell for a lie that my father gave us all, with him talking about how much he would be making things better." I said, and then I was looking at Brad, and I was seeing him looking like he was in denial.

"What fucking lie?" Brad asked, and I was seeing him looking like he was clearly no longer in the mood to even fucking have a argument with me right now. I looked at Todd, and I was seeing him looking like he was just telling me to be much more careful at this rate.

"I don't want to be getting into this, but I thought that my father would be the fucking answer to what was happening here. But it turns out that I was fucking thrown in for a lie this whole time. My father was just a part of this all, like everybody else. I now realize more than ever that the only way to change this would be if I fucking do this myself." I said, and then I was seeing Brad looking like he wanted to ask even more questions.

"Does my brother have anything to do with this?" Brad asked, as Todd was leaving the house. I saw that he was just too uncomfortable even being in this area in the first place. He looked at me, and I was seeing that Todd was just looking like his patience with this was fucking gone at this rate.

"Don't worry about it. Your brother is going to be fine. I just want to make sure nothing happens to him." I said, and then I was really having no idea what I could even tell him in order to make things different among us all.

"Brad, just make sure you do not believe the stories you hear. The stories are a fucking mess. They are all just the crap that they want you to fucking hear." I said, feeling like I was just needing to be completely honest with this.

"If that is the case, then how do I know if I should be believing in you? I mean, you haven't given me enough reasons to believe what you have done." After Brad said this, I looked at him, and I was thinking he was fucking insane for even saying something like this in the first place.

"What the fucking hell? You were there with me. You went to the party. You know what was there, and what you were seeing. Don't even fucking pretend like nothing is happening there." I said, and then I saw him looking like he was still in relative denial over what was even happening.

"I know what I saw, and what was happening. I guess that maybe I am just not wanting to think about what we were seeing." After Brad was saying this, I simply considered what he was saying. I was feeling like he was exactly like me.

"Brad, then you are seeing what many people in town were like. They want to try and fucking hide behind the comfort of what they fucking know, even if this makes things worse for everybody." I said, and then I was seeing Brad looking tired as all hell here.

"Sheldon, why are you judging how everybody else is doing? I mean, at the end of the day, you hardly know what everybody else was doing." Brad said, and I was seeing him kind of tired of everything else that was happening around me.

"I know that Brad. And I am sorry for ever bringing you into this. Just make sure that when Tucker is being raised, he turns out to be totally different from either of us." I said, and I saw Brad looking slightly upset at what I said.

"Okay. I guess that I fucking can. I still need the context behind this." Brad said, and he was slightly annoyed with what was happening. But at this point in time, he was clearly beyond the point of even arguing with me.

Then Brad looked at Todd, and I was seeing him looking like he wanted to ask Todd something else. "I just wish that we were raised together. That would have made things so much better for everybody." After Brad said this, Todd slowly nodded.

"Well, I am just focused on other things right now. You know, just trying to fucking survive." After Todd was saying this, I simply had no interest in hearing this right now. As I was walking off, I was feeling much more clarity in my mind. Much better about what I would have to fucking do.

Once we were out of the house, I placed my hand down on his shoulder. "I feel like I am starting to kind of feel some peace with what is happening. I guess that this is really all that I am going to be getting here." After I was saying that to him, I saw Todd looking tired of hearing this.

"Sheldon, can you fucking explain what is happening right now? Why did you feel like you need to be there to check up on Tucker?" Todd asked, mildly annoyed. Not even trying to hide the fact that this was not what he wanted to deal with.

"That is my fucking nephew here. I feel like I need to fucking see him, and just make sure he is doing well." I said, and then I simply looked at him, hoping that this would be enough to get him to fucking shut up. Todd slowly nodded, not wanting to pester any further.

"Sorry for saying anything." After Todd said that to me, we were starting to walk off, and I was heading to my car, and I was feeling like mild peace was enough to be making me feel at least slightly better than I was before.

Scene 17: The Wilson's New Direction (October 18 1963)

I was at Harold Wilson's house a couple of days later, and Todd was with me. Before I left the car, Todd was looking at me, and I was seeing him looking utterly worried about how I was handling things. "Look, I know that I sound like I am going to be beating down a broken record here. But I think you need to fucking look at yourself in the mirror. You look like you haven't properly slept in days."

I shook my head, not in the mood to be having this discussion today. If he wanted to talk to me about how much he hated my father, that would be one thing. But this was not something I was in the mood for at all.

Once we were out of the car, Harold looked at us, and I was seeing him in a professional attire, and I was seeing that by this point, he had almost completely fucking left behind any of his past self. "I have a business meeting with Shaun Reichenbach that I need to attend to. I am trying to help you guys out, but I need to be smart about the way that I do things."

"Look, Sheldon and I know what is going on down there. With the missing girls. And we want to get your help on stopping it." After Todd said that, he looked at Harold, desperate to see what he would be saying right now.

"Look guys, I want to fucking help out so fucking badly. I read the documents too. It disgusts me. But I also am aware that nothing I say will change the business model. I feel like sadly the best that I can do, especially at my age, is just simply not go down there, and get involved myself. That is the best that I can fucking get." As he was saying this, I sighed, and I felt like he needed to give me more.

"Tell him that sooner or later, they are going to run out of girls, and then no more business. If you can't fucking go at it from the moral stand point, fucking do it from the money. Let the money talk. Maybe Shaun will listen then." Todd said, and it was clear from the look on his face that he considered it.

"That might be able to give us some fucking time. I mean, it might not be perfect. But it will be better than nothing." After Harold said this, I saw him looking like he was even growing some minor hope in what he was saying right now.

"Harold, I know that you're not like your father. You will be doing the right thing. I know you will. But I just think that you need to get the motivation to do it yourself, consequences be damned. And it might give you some fucking time to not have to deal with Jackie going away." Todd said, and then Harold really smiled at that.

"It is not that fucking easy. If it was, then things would be so much fucking better. So just spare me the fucking bullshit, and not be acting like I am suddenly the biggest answer to everything." After Harold said that to Todd, I was feeling like I just needed to calm down a while longer.

"Truth be told, I just want to make sure that Jackie is safe. I think that is the biggest thing I want to fucking handle. Every day that she is here, is another fucking day that I can sleep easier, and feel like I am happier. But I know that sooner or later, my luck will fucking run out." After Harold said that, he shrugged, thinking that he needed to just be honest about the way that he was feeling here.

"I am sure that Jackie appreciates the effort you are putting. But that is not for me to be saying anything else right now." After Todd said that, Harold was walking to his car, feeling like there was no point in going any further with this discussion at all.

"Maybe the three of us can be able to really be a true team up. That might be the best thing that we got right now. After all, I know that I can trust you when it is time." After Harold said that to us, I was smiling the entire time. It felt like hearing him tell me this was a sign that no matter what happened, there was going to still be hold.

"Sorry that my father hated you so much. I mean, I wanted him to fucking leave you alone, and not be a fucking asshole. But I feel like that was going to be a fucking joke from the start. All he did was just simply reject the mere idea of ever working with you, and make me sound like a was a bad guy for ever even suggesting the idea." After Harold said that, he simply shrugged, feeling like saying this was enough to already make him kind of lose some patience.

"I hardly fucking cared about what he fucking thought. He was a fucking asshole to me from the start, and probably only pretended to not be one when my father became mayor for fear of his consequences." After I said that, I was simply shrugging, feeling like saying this was just simply the truth behind it all.

"Well, if that is the case, then I will try and drop the subject." After Harold was saying this, he sounded like he was just trying to fucking calm down a bit. Not feel like I was kind of being a asshole. But something like this was simply not possible at all.

"I have to report to Shaun at the first weekend of every month. That way I can ease into it. I'll let him know what has been going on in my mind, and perhaps I can do a bit of a 'on the inside' help." Harold said, and then he was opening up his car. "But if that doesn't work, then just let it go."

"Harold, I am sorry about what happened with your father. I mean, I bet you fucking loved him a bit. I know that that I never liked him very much. But that should have never changed anything." I said, and then he was shaking his head, seeming like he was really not in the mood to be hearing me say anything like this at all.

"Look, I am honestly not really in the mood to hear it. I mean, I never liked him much. But he was somebody who I grew up with for years. I mean, what he did, selling Jackie, was unforgiveable, and I hope I can prevent that at least from actually happening. But for the most part, I feel like he never fucking liked me." After Harold was telling me this, I was sighing, feeling like I was just needing to remain silent. After all, he was upset with the way that things were done.

"Sheldon, at the end of the day, I feel like I am going to be scared and alone. Fucking screwed. Feeling like nothing that I can do will change how things are. I feel like I should have just talked with him. See if maybe we could have worked with it." Harold said, and then I looked at Todd, wondering if he was going to consider what he had heard.

"And I know that Shaun is going to do everything he can to make sure we can't work together anymore. After all, he will be framing you as a bad influence. I know that the way that I am speaking might not be the best way to make you feel better. But there is literally nothing that I can fucking do to change it." As he said that to me, I sighed, not really in the mood to hear this right now.

With that, Harold went in his car, and then I was staring at Todd, and I was feeling like I just needed to try and find a way to make the subject better. "Todd, I feel like Harold is just under a lot of stress. I feel like you need to be giving him a fucking chance." After I said this to him, Todd rolled his eyes at this.

"I don't really want to fucking hear this. Harold is making a big fucking mistake listening to this guy, and his fucking bullshit. I don't think that I need to tell you what is really fucking glaring here." He was telling me this, and I was feeling like I just needed to try and respect what he was telling me right now.

"I never said that he wasn't making a mistake. All that I am saying is that we need to give him a chance to figure this out." I said, and then I went to my car, not in the mood to argue with him, as I was heading home.

Scene 18: Jimmy's Dilemma (October 23 1963)

I was at Jimmy White's office the next time, and I could tell that even with each passing week, my fucking drugs were starting to fucking mess with me. I wasn't having as much motivation to do school work, and just did it at the last minute. I was barely wanting to go to work, and just slept through my shifts.

When I looked at the fucking mirror before I left, I was already seeing that I was just looking way too fucking fatigued, and I was looking frizzled. And when I was in Jimmy's office, I saw him looking almost kind of concerned over what he was seeing.

"What the fucking hell is happening to you Sheldon?" He asked, almost not even scared of me anymore. I started to walk up to him, and then I was placing my hand on his shoulder, and I was seeing him looking like he was barely containing some of his worry here.

"I want to talk to you about my father." I said, and then Jimmy looked up at me, and I was seeing him trying to just decide what he was wanting to fucking say now. But then he sighed, clearly not wanting to fight with me for too much longer.

"You must have known what my fucking father was doing to Riley, and you decided to do nothing about it? Doesn't take a genius to figure out that I'm not exactly his only son anymore." I said, and then I was seeing Jimmy looking shocked I was attacking him like this.

"I did know what he was doing. But the truth is that there is nothing I could do to oppose him when he is the fucking mayor of the town. And before then, he was really bringing in a lot of money here." After he was telling me this, I couldn't fucking believe what he was even saying.

"So you are letting the money fucking talk here? You didn't realize that my sister was suffering in the worst way possible, and suddenly you are going around and think that because of this fucking job, that is all of a sudden the way that things need to be?" I asked, and then I was really having no idea what I even fucking cared at all.

"What do you even fucking want from me right now? I admit it, I fucked up. Are you fucking happy right now? I made a shit ton of mistakes, and I was in the wrong. But the thing is that before your father was here, this town was working along just fine. Nothing was fucking happening anymore." I said, and then I was seeing Jimmy hoping that what he said would make me feel different.

"You would send girls into the fucking mines, and then have them get fucking raped and murdered. This is not something that you can fucking negotiate with me, to make me feel better." I said, and I was shrugging, and I really had no idea what I was even going to tell.

"You can't argue with the numbers, and you can't fucking argue with the fact that money would come in. The numbers don't fucking lie." Jimmy said, and then I was sitting down for a bit, and I wondered what he was even going to be telling me at all.

"You're a fucking monster. You let this all happen, and I fell for it. I thought this town was fucking great, and I thought this was the best town in the entire fucking world. But I guess that I was a fucking liar for ever even thinking something like this could work." After I said that to him, I saw that he was just kind of pissed off with what I had been saying.

"Oh my god, people in other cities do this all the time. At least we are using this for financial profit. We are less bad than most people in this country. And if you paid attention to things your father said, you would be able to figure out that he was doing this to your fucking sister." He said, and then I looked right at him, wondering what his fucking point was.

"I just can't help but thing about what Riley would have been like if she lived a normal life. I mean, I don't fucking know what would have happened. I hope she wasn't thinking that I would be the one who would save her. If she did, then I would have ruined everything she hoped for." I said, and then I was starting to stand up. As I was walking off, Jimmy called out to me.

"What happened to the promise you fucking made? That you would be leaving things alone? Are you willing to throw things away, just because of the fact that your sister had it worse than everybody else? At least she was able to produce children, unlike those fucking women from before." After he said this to me, I looked at him, and I wanted to shoot him in the face.

Instead, I walked up to him, and then I grabbed his hand, and then I brought it to the cigar cutter. I placed his pinky finger in there. I was then looking at Jimmy, and I was unsure of what to tell him. "You tell my father that he really messed up by doing what he did. And I am going to bring him down." I said, and then Jimmy was looking at me, and I saw him suddenly looking like he was understanding what I was doing right now.

Then I brought it down, and then the finger plopped down on the table. As I was walking off, that was when Jimmy was suddenly aware of the fact that I was no longer playing around at all. He was looking like he wanted to cry in pain. "Maybe you can now see what you are doing to everybody else here."

"What the fucking hell Sheldon? Do you have any idea what you are doing? If people know what you are doing, then you are going to be going to fucking prison." Jimmy White said, and then I looked down at the ground, wondering what his fucking point was.

"I consider that to just be the start to making things even. After all the lies that you had given everybody." I said, and then I was seeing that he was clearly looking like he was thinking that I would never see the bigger picture of what was happening here.

Once I was out of the office, I was seeing Todd staring at me, and I was seeing him looking rather uncomfortable for what was happening. "Why were you out for so fucking long?" Todd asked me, and then I looked right at him, and I wondered what the hell I would even fucking tell him in the first place.

"I just wanted to make it clear what I was thinking of the shit that he had fucking done." I said, and then I was wondering what his plan was going to be. "And besides, I feel like he would not fucking get it unless if I was extremely fucking clear what I was thinking here."

"Sheldon, do you think your father is going to do something if he sees you here? I mean, you made it quite clear your father doesn't like you that much anymore. And you are very open about the fact that you think your dad is a piece of shit." Todd was saying, and then I looked right at him, wondering what his fucking point was right now.

Scene 19: Missing Payment (October 27 1963)

I was meeting up with Todd a few days later, and when I was talking to him, he was with Kevin, and both of them were looking kind of grossed out. "Dude, we can literally fucking smell the weed on you. Are you even washing yourself anymore?" Kevin asked, and then I looked right at him, and I wondered what his fucking point was right now.

"I don't even fucking care what people think of me. If they don't like it, then they fucking can deal with it." After I was telling him this, that was when Todd looked right at me, and I was wondering what he was going to tell me right now.

"What's our next move then?" Todd asked, as if finding the idea of arguing to be a bit fucking annoying and counter productive. I was then feeling somewhat unsure of what to say. In all honesty, I felt like this idea would not really be one they would be interested in, but I hardly fucking cared.

"I am going to go on and speak to Natalie. You know, Jamie's friend, and I am going to just apologize to her for the way that I failed to bring Jamie home." I said, and then I was seeing Todd looking like he was not that interested.

But he choose to not argue it as we started to drive towards her house, and I was seeing Todd looking like he was only just mildly wanting to be doing this in the first place. As we drove along, I wondered if Natalie would even accept my apology.

Once we were at Natalie's house, I knocked on her door, and she answered it. She looked at Kevin, and smiled. "First time I saw you since you left the hospital. Nice to see that you are making a full recovery." She said, and then I looked at him, shocked to hear her tell him this in the first place.

"I think her and Sam started dating this year. You probably didn't know, because of the fact that you are too busy getting high." Kevin said, sounding mildly resentful as he said this. I looked at him, feeling like he was needing to be much more careful here.

Then I simply looked at Natalie, feeling like there was no need to fucking argue with him right now. "Look, I wanted to apologize for not bringing Jamie back. I tried to do so, but failed. If you never want to see me again, then I would not blame you."

"I know you tried. I mean, it hurts me to know that I will never fucking see her again. But at the same time, I feel like you were the only person who fucking tried at least. So at the end of the day, I can't be too fucking upset with you. At least you actually took the time to fucking try." After Natalie said that to me, she looked at Kevin, feeling like she needed to just dodge the subject.

"Look, Sam and I have just been hanging out for a while. Just keeping my mind off of what is fucking happening here. You know, Sam is really a nice guy when he pulls through." She said, and them Kevin looked down, clearly not really in the mood to be hearing something like this at all.

"I want to help you all." I said, and then I was shrugging, wondering if something like this was even fucking possible. "I will say this. I never seen Sam as happy as he is when he is seeing you. I promise you that you make his life a million times fucking better." I said, and I wondered if she was willing to fucking hear what I had been saying.

"Is that true?" She asked, and I was seeing her looking like she was trying really hard to buy what I had been saying. To be fair, the whole thing probably did sound like bullshit to her, for better or for worse. "Well, I mean, he seems like a person who just wants to not let his past kill him." She said, and then I looked down, feeling attacked by that.

"I never said I was the role model people needed. All that I fucking said was that I was somebody who was willing to fucking just do what I was feeling like was right, even if it meant that it would kill me." I said, feeling like that would be the best that I could get from her.

"Sometimes I feel like people just want me to fucking sell my fucking soul to the devil, and have no fucking life. I guess that people just seem to hardly fucking care right now." I said, and then I was sighing, not sure what in the world I was even going to say in the first place.

"Just have a good time with Sam, and don't make things much worse for you. I mean, I failed to do the one thing that I promised, and I am going to fucking own up to that before anything else." I said, and then I was simply sighing, not sure what else to say.

"Do you know what is going on in there?" Kevin asked, and I was looking right at him, pissed off at that fucking question. I looked at Todd, and I was shaking my head, feeling like I was going to be letting him down no matter what else was going to happen.

"Yeah, I do. But Todd and I are going to be working on that alone. We do not want you to be getting involved at all. Since this fucking bullshit is a lot to fucking comprehend." After I said that to Kevin, I saw him looking mildly annoyed with what I had said. Probably feeling like I was just once again leaving him out in the dark for no fucking reason.

"I nearly got the life beaten out of me. I feel like I deserve to be a exception to all the bullshit you are giving about how nobody should know." Kevin said, and then I looked over at Jamie, and I wondered what she was going to be saying here. I sighed, sort of seeing what she was saying.

"I guess that does make sense, although I do not want to fucking admit it." Okay. I guess that I can see what I might be able to fucking tell you." I said, and I was already regretting what I had been saying at this rate. I took a cigarette out, feeling fucking tired of everything I heard.

I was checking up to see what Natalie might have been thinking. "Look, I understand that you might be feeling like I am leaving you out. Trust me when I am saying that this stuff is for your best." I said, and then I shook my head, slightly annoyed with what I had been saying.

"Don't worry. I think I will take what Sam said into consideration. Just fucking hanging out with him instead. He might actually know what is happening here. Besides, I don't know if I want to be involved in this fucking shit. It all feels fucking messed up." Natalie said, and I was wondering if she was just saying that to soften the blow, or if she was really feeling this way.

"Look, I know that Sam might be a hard person to crack, but I think if he likes you, then that will be wonderful." I said, and then I was smiling as I had said that to her. I was seeing that Natalie was starting to sort of get a newer level of happiness as I had been saying that to her.

"Hard person to crack. That is a good way of fucking putting it. Not sure what else I can fucking say though. I guess that I will be willing to do what I fucking can here." After she was telling me this, I was smoking a cigarette, feeling like I was going to be doing well.

"Just wanted to apologize." I said, as I was starting to head towards my car, and then we started to head towards my house, where I would hopefully be able to get my next fucking hit on my drugs.

Upon getting home that day, I was seeing the next drug supply on my ground. I read the note: "You weren't here to put in your payment. We will let it go this time, but our supplier won't take kindly to you deflecting this over and over again." I sighed, and rolled my eyes, as I grabbed the new heroin, and injected it inside. Ready to sleep and not dream.

Scene 20: Kevin's Promise (November 1 1963)

The next time Todd and I met up, we were able to get some time with Kevin alone, at Mezmer's. Which felt like a tomb after knowing what happened to Ashely. I was just glad that I did get some closure, and tell Dakota the truth.

"Okay, so you must promise that this will remain just between us. Nobody else gets to know." I said, and I was seeing Todd looking like he was going to make sure that Kevin took this extra seriously. He looked at the two of us, kind of annoyed with the way that we had been acting right now.

"Okay. Fine. Nobody fucking else. Not even Sam." Kevin said, holding his hands up. "I just want closure. I am not risking my life again. I am not a fucking hero." Kevin said, slightly annoyed with this. As he said that, I sighed, feeling like I just needed to remain silent.

"Okay. If that is the truth, then this will be much easier than I expected. Okay. Anyways, so Todd and I learned the truth of labyrinth a few weeks ago. The girls are being taken there, and are being tied down to the beds, and raped there. They are being forced to carry children, to help with the infertility several people in town have. Which helps the population. But several of these kids also go to buyers from different states, in order to help with the funds. I don't know how it is split up, but the point is these people are forced to become baby makers." I said, and I was feeling sick to my fucking stomach as I had said that to him.

"Oh shit. That is nothing at all like what I was expecting." Kevin said, and he was sounding really fucking grossed out with what he was hearing. I slowly nodded, feeling glad to know that he was starting to see the bigger picture here.

"Kevin, you do not tell anybody about this. I am sure that maybe the man in the purple jacket was trying to get you to become a candidate to become one of the 'fathers.'" After Todd said that to Kevin, I was seeing Kevin becoming sick at just hearing that. Probably feeling like whatever was going on would just completely turn off the idea of him ever even wanting to have children at all.

"I understand your brother wants revenge on that guy. But I think he seriously does noy understand what he is doing. If he kills that man, then I think several people in town will be safer. Not just fucking you." I was telling him hoping to get him to start to feel better. As I did this, I saw Kevin starting to calm down a bit.

"This is fucking crazy. Okay. What are you guys going to be able to actually fucking do, to change this? I mean, surely you have a fucking plan right?" He asked, sounding like he was just trying to already make a plan on how he was handling this in the first place.

"Personally, I don't want to admit it, but I think we should just simply kill all those involved, and make sure that they do not have a chance to even fucking start this whole thing up again." Todd said, and I was looking at him, and I was starting to kind of want to argue this. But had no idea how to.

"But what about his fucking father? I mean, surely he is involved with what is happening. I think you need to be more careful when you say that." Kevin said, mainly just trying to protect my father. I sighed, feeling like I would fucking tell him the truth.

"I don't care what happens to my fucking father anymore. I stopped caring the second I found out what he was doing to my fucking sister." I said, and I was seeing Kevin looking really fucking lost on what was happening. He held his hand up, trying to just take a second to think things out.

"He was the one fathering her kids. I can't even imagine what he was thinking when he was doing this." I said, and then I was seeing Kevin start to piece together what I had been saying. Probably thinking that what I was saying was a fucking joke.

"What the fucking hell was he doing when he thought of that? I mean, your sister probably trusted him so fucking much." After Kevin said that to me, I was sighing, and I was really not caring what he was thinking. In all honesty, he would never understand what I was dealing with.

"I know. But I want to do that one myself. I feel like I might have to, if I want to have some fucking chance of peace and mind." After I was telling Kevin this, I was seeing Kevin start to realize that nothing I would say would get me to change my mind.

"I feel that killing your own father is something that might have to be thought about deeply. You do not know how much that might fucking hurt you in the long run." After Kevin was telling me this, I was hardly fucking caring to hear what he was wanting to say. I looked at him, seriously, and hoping that he would no longer get it.

"But Sheldon, you seem like you don't know if you are ready for something like this. I can see from the way you are talking, that you are tired, and those drugs are sucking away your personality. You seem to have very little of what you had earlier." Kevin said, and I looked at him, wondering what he meant as I said that.

"I can't go without that supply. I need those in order to sleep better, and be happier. It is vitally important." I said, and I was sighing, feeling like I just needed to fucking lie again. I was seeing Kevin and Todd both looking like they were tired of arguing with me for now. Probably feeling like what I said was just excuses.

"Sheldon, you can't keep saying this. You know your father did something that should be absolutely unforgiveable. And you know that you want justice to be brought. And you are just deflecting the issue by fucking getting high in your room all the time." Todd said, and then I was looking at him, wondering why he was even fucking caring so much.

"It just feels like you are being a complete fucking liability. Just somebody who I am not going to be able to fucking trust anymore." After he was telling me this, I looked right at him, and I wondered why he was even attacking me like this. Especially after all that I am fucking doing right now.

"Regardless, thanks for letting me know. I guess that I will try and see if I can make the relationship with Jenny work out more. I just want to see if I will be able to fucking keep her safe. That is my promise." After Kevin was telling us this, I looked down, and I was feeling like I would keep the fact that Jenny was safe to myself. Especially since I will never know if Jimmy changes his mind.

"Yeah. I think Jenny needs that more than anything else right now." I said, hoping that I would be able to convince myself that I would actually be the person that Jenny needed help with in the long run. But before I was able to think deeply, that was when I was looking around, wondering if anybody else was listening to me.

"Sheldon, how am I able to know if you actually going to fucking be there for me, when I need the help the most? For all I fucking know, you are going to fucking run around, and just try to find your next dose of weed. And nothing else at all." After Todd was telling me this, I was starting to think about what he was saying. I knew deep down, he was right.

"Why do you even fucking care? You have the answer right there, and you know what you need to fucking do. Just fucking handle the responsibility on your own." I said, and then I was smiling as I had said that to him. I saw Todd looking like he couldn't believe what I had just said to him.

"It is not that simple. I am trying to deal with school. Something you completely fucking gave up on." Todd said, referring to the fact that I was barely even doing any homework anymore.

"In fact, to put it bluntly, I am shocked that you even fucking are still doing your job at all. When you could just be sitting around, smoking your fucking weed all day. I bet you would prefer that." He said, and I was shaking my head, unable to handle what he was trying to even fucking do right now. He was trying to be a asshole for no fucking reason.

As I was starting to get away from Todd, feeling like he was just being completely fucking mean spirited for no fucking reason. "Todd, you would have understood if you were in the mines, and you saw what I saw. But I guess that I am just preaching to nothing." I said, and then I fell down to the ground, before I was able to continue leaving.

As I was starting to get up, I was seeing Ashley's parents looking at me, and I was seeing that both of them were looking rather annoyed with me being here. "It seems like we were right when we said that the apple fell very fucking far from the tree." They said, and then I looked at him, wondering what their point was.

"Do you seriously think that my father is going to be the solution to fix this fucking issue?" I asked, and then I saw that both of them were just trying to decide what to tell me here. Probably both thinking that I was being a fucking idiot here.

"Well, at least he isn't fucking tossing himself away while in our fucking diner. Shouldn't you be trying to fucking find our daughter? After you made a fucking promise to?" After they asked me this, I ran out of the restaurant, not really in the mood to listen to them at all.

Once I was out of the diner, that was when Todd and Kevin were both outside, wondering what to tell me. "Sheldon, what the fucking hell is going on with you?" Todd asked, and this time, I was seeing him seeming much less annoyed with me, and actually sounding like he was kind of feeling bad for what had happened to me.

I looked right at him, and I was feeling like no matter what I said to him, he was going to find some way to be showing me as the one to blame. "She was in labyrinth. I was there when she was murdered by Jimmy White." I said, really fucking quiet, so that the only people who would hear me are fucking Todd and Kevin.

As I said that to them, I was seeing both Kevin and Todd actually looking like they started to consider what I had said. Both probably realizing that they were pushing too far with their annoyance right now. "So please fucking be patient with me when I think about how many mistakes I have made here." I said, and then I was sighing, wondering what else I could even fucking say now.

"Oh shit. Sorry to fucking hear that." Todd said, and I was seeing him looking like he was actually seeming to fucking truly pity what I had said. I shook my head, feeling like whatever I said would simply not fucking resonate at all.

Scene 21: The Location (November 4 1963)

I was waking up to a banging on my door. I looked up, and I was seeing that the needle was still inside of me, and I was grabbing it, and throwing it at the ground, and then I placed a shitty shirt on, as I answered the door. When I answered, I was seeing that Sam was there. He looked like he was actually kind of sad to be seeing me like this right now.

"God, you look rougher than I have been seeing you already. And that is really fucking saying something." After he was telling me this, he looked at me, and then he seemed like he was already kind of giving up on even trying to find something to tell me at all.

"What are you trying to accomplish here?" I asked, and then he was sighing, as if finding my way of acting to be mildly annoying. Probably starting to think that the way that Kevin was talking about me was actually true for once.

"I want your help on the man in the purple jacket. I think I found out where he might be." Sam said, and then I was sighing, and I felt like I just needed to get him to fucking stop with this whole idea before he even got any deeper into this.

"Look, I have no idea how in the world I am going to be able to fucking help you anyways. I think you are going to have to fucking find somebody who can fucking help you out. I mean, I am starting to lose a lot of my fucking magic, and I think you probably know that yourself." After I was telling him this, I saw him looking kind of upset with me.

"Sheldon, do you seriously think that I can kill this man on my own." Sam asked, and then I looked at him, trying to get him to fucking stop with this whole killing idea in the first place. I looked right at him, feeling like I just needed to end this, before it got any worse.

"You need to stop this whole idea. I mean, this has nothing to do with the missing girls. This is all entirely personal, and you are fucking letting your emotions cloud your judgment on this." I said, and then I sighed, hoping that I would get him to see where I was coming from for once.

"Don't give me that crap. I doubt that you are really the man who is really in the right to lecture me about this when you are going around, getting all fucking drugged up, and just wanting to have your next high in the first place." Sam said, trying to hide his minor annoyance.

"I saw him at the tree house." Sam said, and then as soon as he had said that, I started to see how serious this might have been. "And if your theories about the tree house being connected to the fucking missing girls, then by default, he is going to be involved in those as well." After he was telling me this, I slowly nodded, starting to see his perspective.

"Shit. What the fucking hell would he be doing there?" After I asked him this, I was starting to get a bunch of theories in my mind over what could possibly be fucking happening. "I mean, we both fucking saw that there were those fucking deals going on down there. Maybe we need to fucking go in there, and check up ourselves."

"Exactly what I am fucking thinking right now. I think we need to be going down there, and fucking seeing what that man is doing. Now I know that I haven't been the nicest person the world to you lately. And that I feel like you could have done many things differently. But for now, we have something right here, that we need to take advantage of." After Sam was telling me this, I slowly nodded, and I felt like I was having no fucking choice but to listen to him for the time being.

"Don't fucking worry. We have to fucking check this whole thing out." I said, and then I was feeling like I needed to ask him something else. "So how are you and Natalie doing in the first place? I mean, I know you guys are trying to make things work out for now."

"Honestly, I would rather not fucking talk about that right now. I just think that she has already lost her best friend, and as a result, she needs to fucking be at peace right now." Sam said, and I was shocked that he was saying this. Not fucking thinking about the fact that maybe his brother wanted that in the first place.

"What if Kevin wants this to fucking end? You need to think about your brother too. Maybe he thinks you are pushing too fucking hard into this." I was telling him, and he was shaking his head, feeling like I was thinking too deeply into this. As if it was impossible for Kevin to not fucking want this.

"I think I understand what Kevin needs more than you will understand what Kevin needs. That guy literally had his entire fucking life broken. And I am forced to try and fucking repair it right now. So I am giving him the fucking material to fucking repair this." After he was telling me this, I sighed, and I was feeling like I just needed to let it go for the time being.

"Okay, I'm coming with you." I said, and I was feeling like this idea was going to go down hill really fucking fast. But I was beyond the fucking point of arguing with him. Arguing with him was only going to just make him resent me more.

"Just make sure that when this is all said and done, that you will not fucking tell Kevin." After Sam was telling me this, I saw him looking like he was desperate to hear me agree.

"You are the one who lives with him. You do not need me to fucking cover for your shit." I said, and I hoped that what I said to Sam would actually get him to fucking open up a bit. "Besides, in all honesty, I know that your brother never liked me much." I said, simply needing to be honest.

"I guess that makes some fucking sense." He said, and then after he said this, I was slowly nodding for a second. "But I am going to be going there soon, and I am going to be making sure that I fight for my family, one way or another." After Sam was telling me this, I sighed, and I was feeling like there was nothing else that I was going to be able to say.

Once Sam was getting back to his car, he sighed for a second, thinking about a way to make me feel slightly different here. "Honestly, I understand that you want to keep us safe here. And not get us in danger. But I think you need to realize that something like this will never fucking happen. When I saw him threaten my fucking brother, I realized there was no way in hell that I was going to be able to fucking hold back." As Sam was telling me this, I sighed, and I was shaking my head. He knew that I was not going to fucking fight him anymore.

"What does Todd think? Does he know what you are fucking doing?" Sam asked me, and then I sighed, feeling like Todd was never going to fucking get what I was doing. So with that, I just decided to fucking remain silent for now. He was pushing my patience beyond the breaking point.

"I don't fucking know. I mean, he knows that I was meeting up with you, and discussing plans with you. He probably doesn't even fucking think much about it at all. To be honest, he has been trying to get me to stop doing all these drugs right now. And he thinks I am going to be falling into a fucking addiction." I said, and then I shook my fucking hear.

"Sheldon, I think he is right. I mean, I can fucking tell from the way you are acting right now that you are already starting to slip up a bit more than you would want to fucking admit. I think in all honesty, you need to remember that we are trying to fucking help you." After Sam said that to me, I sighed, and I was just not really in the mood to hear him trying to help me out more.

"Look, I fucking know that Todd is right. I mean, I can fucking feel it myself. I know that I am making a shit ton of mistakes. I can see that. But the truth is that I feel like if I don't fucking do this, and have something to make my night sleeps better, then I will fucking want to die. I mean, it is already bad enough to make sure that Kevin doesn't try and fucking become a hero or anything." I said, feeling like I just needed to own up to what I was doing here.

"Sheldon, then maybe you need to get a fucking therapist. I mean, please fucking consider that for once, before you fucking go around and have more god damn heroin. I mean, I need you to help me take this fucking man down." Sam said, and I shrugged as he told me this.

"But they will probably go around and fucking tell the leaders of this company what I told them. I mean, surely they have a fucking contract to make sure that my stuff doesn't get worse." I said, and then I started to leave the room, and I was seeing Kevin looking like he was wanting to find something else to tell me.

"Sheldon, what are you fucking doing? You need to fucking tell me what you are doing." Sam said, as I turned around, not really in the mood to have a debate with him for now.

"I am just doing things myself. I mean, if you guys are going to keep judging me no matter what I fucking say and do, then I feel like there is no need to be listening to you." I said, and then I was shrugging for a second, not in the mood to listen to this right now.

"That is what is leading you down into this first place. Just take what we are fucking saying into consideration for once. If you don't, then your father would start to be ashamed of you." After he said that to me, I looked right at him, wondering what he was seriously trying to accomplish by telling me this right now.

"My father hates me. Even if he denies it, he fucking hates me. That is one of the main reasons that he never wants to speak to me again." I said, and then Sam looked at me, shocked at my certainty as I was when I was saying this.

"Why do you fucking feel that way?" Sam asked me, and then I sighed, feeling like nothing I could tell him would make him fucking listen at all. He was probably going to accuse me of lying about what he did to fucking Riley.

"I don't want to get into it." I said, and then I was taking a cigarette out, feeling no need to even have this debate anymore. As we were talking, this was when there was a car pulling up, and I was sighing, not really in the mood to deal with these guys at all.

Scene 22: Killing Blow (November 10 1963)

I was meeting up with Sam several days later, when he was feeling like he was finally ready to take on the man in the purple jacket. As we were driving to the tree house, I shook my head, since I was feeling like whatever his plan was, I just needed to listen to him, to make sure that he was not going to get himself killed here.

As I was driving there, I was starting to feel like I was sort of losing grip on the fucking wheel. The entire time this was happening, I felt like maybe I just needed to remain silent, and not give Sam the ammunition he needed to fucking lecture me about what I was doing.

"Sheldon, give me the fucking wheel. You are barely able to drive anymore without losing grip on what you are doing. This is fucking ridiculous!" Sam said, and then I looked at him, and I was hardly fucking caring at all. He was barely contributing too much to the cause right now.

"We are almost at the fucking forest anyways. No need to be worried." I said, and I was starting to lose my gripping on the wheel for a bit. I knew deep down inside, Sam was probably right about what he was saying. That did not mean that I had to fucking like it at all.

When I was getting to the edge of the forest, I parked the car right next to a tree, and it slightly scraped my car. I sighed, and got out of the car. Feeling like I needed to pretend like I wasn't phased by what was happening. As I was leaving the car, I saw Sam looking like he was barely keeping his patience in tact.

"You know, Todd was fucking right here. You are fucking screwing around, and you almost fucking killed me!" He yelled, and then I looked right at him for a second. Feeling like this next statement would get him to at least shut up for a short second.

"You are putting yourself in danger of dying by just choosing to fucking fight this man in the first place. So please spare me the fucking lecture right now." I said, and then I shook my head, and then I was starting to walk up the forest, as Sam was following along with me, trying to think of some real zingers.

Once we were at the area of the tree house, we were already seeing a couple of cars in the area. One of which was with Jimmy White and my father, probably no longer caring to hide his involvement now that I of all people knew, and another woman who looked like she was a little older than Dana. Jimmy was taking some money out, handing it to the man in the purple jacket. Before anything else, they were starting to walk away. With the man in the purple jacket staying behind. Then I looked at Sam, and I was sighing for a bit.

"Sheldon, you need to follow them right now. I will take care of the guy in the purple jacket. I don't know who that girl is right now, but I feel like you need to make sure they stay safe." After Sam was telling me this, I was slowly nodding. I was running along, glad out of my fucking mind that at least Harold wasn't the one involved in this.

As I was running along, I was hoping that my father would not think too much about what I had done. In all honesty, I feel like if my father was going to see me here, then I would know that I would have to be holding back all my anger to make sure I didn't get arrested or something for murder.

Before I was too far into the path, I looked at Sam, and I was hoping that he was going to be safe. I wanted to make sure that he would stay safe, no matter what was happening. I was feeling that if Sam was going to kill this man, then I would never be able to forgive myself for agreeing to this shit.

I started to run along as fast as I could, feeling like I would just finally have a chance to start to finally make things right for once. I would get revenge that I was forced to kill Jamie. I would finally get to show my father that I didn't appreciate the lies that he had given me.

Before long, Jimmy was turning around, when he was hearing the noises. He seemed relatively annoyed to be hearing me coming here. "Why do you have to ruin everything that I gave you? I gave you the fucking chance to fucking turn around, and leave this behind." Jimmy said trying hard to hide his annoyance at what I was doing.

"Don't take her away. Please for the love of god, don't fucking take her away!" I begged, and I was hoping that these people would show any fucking form of humanity, and just fucking listen to me for once. As I said that to him, Jimmy White was looking like he was just holding his patience back, and not wanting to deal with me getting in his business.

"Why do you guys have to fucking ruin everything that you get involved with?" After Jimmy said this, my father was turning around, and I saw him finally looking like he was regretting everything that had been happening. He took a deep breath, seeming to just consider what I had was doing.

"You mean, why do I have to be the only person in Wayside that has any fucking moral values?" After I asked this, I was bringing my gun out, and then I was seeing Jimmy White looking shocked to actually see me fucking grow up, and threaten to stand up for myself. Probably feeling like I would actually pull the trigger if I really fucking had to.

My father was grabbing the girl, and he was starting to walk her back, and he was bringing her towards the mines. Despite how upset he clearly was with me being here, I was starting to see that he was almost looking kind of impressed with what I was doing. Probably thinking that the fact that I actually had the balls to do this was something we needed to fucking.

"I don't want to fire this at you. I never wanted to fucking kill somebody here." I said, and then Jimmy was seriously looking like his entire mindset was fucking fuming here. I knew that I needed to be as fucking careful as possible as I was saying this to him.

"Why are you supporting Sam, and his goal to fucking murder a man? You know that he plans on committing a crime, and you are supporting it?" He asked, and then I was shocked he was even saying this. I wondered what his point was right now.

"You guys are committing your own crimes on a hourly basis, and you even remotely think that this one is worse than the others? You know that fucking man is destroying everything this town had to offer." I said, and then I was holding the gun tightly, not wanting to let go, no matter how hard I was tempted to do so.

"What we do is provide economic prosperity to Wayside. At least we have something to drive us forward. Sure what we are doing might be a bit messed up, but at least we have something out of it." He said, and then I was seeing that my father had completely gone out of sight.

"Imagine how things would be if the three of us could be able to fucking unite, and actually get to work making things better? You would even be able to keep your friend Todd out of this business." He said, and then I was shocked that he was even trying to make me hear this.

"I think we both know that you have no intention of doing this. And we both know that my father is going to try and make his bastard become a part of this later." I said, referring to Tucker, and I was seeing Jimmy shocked to even hear me bring that one up to him.

"You always bring that fucking up to me. Do you not realize that your father wants nothing to do with that idiot? He probably thinks that this second Carbunkle will be nothing more than a complete fuck up." Jimmy said, as if feeling like what he was saying was sounding like it had made more sense than anything ever.

"Jimmy, I thought that we were going to be able to work together, and perhaps change what my father was like. I thought we could make this come together." After I was telling him this, I saw him looking shocked at the fact that I even fucking said this in the first place.

"Dude, are you fucking seriously trying to tell me that shit? We both know deep down that your father is a fucking pedophile, and got this job to fucking get what he wanted. Even my intentions were noble, just having a rather messed up way of doing it. I will fucking admit it." After he was telling me this, I wondered why he said that.

I was closing my eyes, feeling like I just needed to be realistic. "Look, if it was just Sherman, and you stopped after those first couple years, I might be able to fucking buy what you are saying. But you guys ran with it, to continue the fucking harem that you wanted. You are beyond negotiating with me." I said, and then I was feeling like being real with him no matter what it would come to.

Before I could think about it, I shot the gun at his foot, and he screamed at this. He fell down to the ground, and then he was looking at me, and I was seeing him utterly blown away at the fact that I had done this in the first place. Then with that, I started to run off.

When I was done with Jimmy White, I started to run down the hill, and I was starting to try and see if I can see Sam. I needed to just make sure that no matter what happened, he would be safer. He needed to know that I was going to be there for him, no matter what else was going to happen. Maybe he would fucking see that this was something he should have never done no matter what.

I was in the general area, and I was seeing Sam beating down the man in the purple jacket, with those brass knuckles. As he was beating down the man, I was shocked to be seeing him just going ham at the guy.

The man in the purple jacket was trying to get him to get off, and Sam started to even punch at the mans neck, and when he was starting to give up any fighting, Sam started to grab the man by the neck.

"Sam, are you sure that you want this fucking man to die?" I asked, hoping to get him to fucking stop. Sam looked right at me, and I was seeing him looking like he could fucking care less what was even fucking happening at this point.

"Sheldon, this man nearly killed my fucking brother. I am beyond the fucking point of having a debate with you about this." Sam said, and then he was starting to hold down harder and harder. The more that I was seeing this, I started to feel like everything that I had tried to tell him, to avoid becoming like me, was going to be fucking gone. And I knew that I would never fucking be at peace with myself here.

I was then looking up ahead of me. Feeling like I was needing to try and fucking see what I could be able to say to my fucking father. To get him to fucking stop with this shit. I was wondering if my father would even fucking listen to me at all. I shook my head, and I was thinking that maybe Sam was going to see that I was just trying to fucking save his life by telling him to stop. If he killed this man, then he was going to just any form of innocence he would have ever fucking had at all.

I then looked back, and I was seeing that Sam was still going down, and then before long, he let go, and the man in the purple jacket was not fucking moving anymore. I sighed, and I knew for once, nothing I would say or do would change this. I wondered if Sam was ever going to forgive himself in the long run.

"Let's just fucking go." I said, and I was leaving the area, feeling like before I would make things any worse, I would just try and slightly soften the blow of all this shit going on. But before we were able to leave, the grinding noise had gone off once again.

"Do you want to fucking do this right now? I mean, we don't have a lot of time. We can always come down and take care of it later?" Sam asked me, and then I closed my eyes, and I was feeling like his question was pissing me off for a bit. He was now clearly just caring only for himself right now. And that was driving me fucking insane.

Then with that, we started to run off. I wanted nothing more to fucking blow my fathers brains out. But I was aware that this would have to wait another day. But he knew that I was still fighting here. And I was just hoping he would let his personal pride and hubris get in the way of killing me.

Once we were in the car, I shook my head, hating the fact that I was leaving people behind. Especially a fourteen year old girl, who knew the mayor was involved, and that his son tried to stop it but failed. Knowing that there were two sides of the coin.

Scene 23: Espionage (November 14 1963)

When I was in the middle of having my next major high, where I even threw up afterwards, in my sink, and forgot to fucking wash it out, I was grabbing my fucking knife and gun, and I was going to be jumping straight to the highest member of the town. The person I had not reported to in this whole time.

I started to drive towards the Lazarus Corporation quarters, with a bottle of alcohol that I was sipping out of, and I was starting to drive a bit recklessly, with my car swerving a couple of inches. The entire time that I was driving off, I was wondering if my father would ever confront me about what I saw. And how he would go at it, considering it's been nearly two months since I had seen him last.

Eventually, once I was at the parking lot, I was getting out of the car, and then I walked on inside, taking a cigarette out, as I was feeling like it was time for me to finally step up, and turn this around. The whole time I was inside, I was making sure guards didn't see me.

When I saw a guard watching a door, I snuck up behind him, and then placed my hand on his mouth, and sliced his throat, to make sure he wouldn't report me, as I was getting up and further into this climb. I was feeling that I would be far more likely to see reason with Jimmy than I ever would with my father.

Before long, I just laid down on the stairs, to catch a breath, as I threw up over the rails again, then screamed in pain, taking out a cigarette, feeling like I just needed to fucking have something to smoke, that was still relatively nice for me.

When I was done, I was starting to walk up the stairs again, feeling like there was no need to change what was happening. When I was done with my cigarette, I went up the remaining steps in order to see Jimmy White, and either negotiate with him, or kill him. Especially since I knew that Harold was already doing all he fucking could, as the president of the company.

Once I opened the door, I was seeing Shaun turning around, and looking right at me. As he was staring, I saw him actually looking like he was feeling some great pity seeing me here. I was wondering if he was faking that, or genuinely feeling it. "Dude, what the fucking hell happened to you?" He asked, and I was shaking my head, not in the mood to fucking hear his bullshit.

"Don't even fucking start with me right now. You guys are responsible for everything that happened to me." I said, putting out a finger gun, and pretending to shoot him. Hoping that can get some fear into him. Making him know I would do it if needed.

"What do you seriously think you're going to accomplish with this right now? Are you going to be telling me that your life is now down the drain forever? I mean, surely you probably realize that this is not true. You were the one that decided to pursue those drugs. You choose to get addicted." He said, and then I shook my head, not wanting to hear this at all.

"I want you to stop bringing those girls into the fucking cave, and raping the fucking shit out of them. They had a life ahead of them, and you choose to fucking throw that aside. I feel like I need to finally step up for my own values." I said, and then I was trying to reach into my pocket for my gun, but then I was taking a deep breath, and started to slightly lose my grip on reality.

"Dude, what the fucking hell are you doing here? You need to fucking stop this. Your fucking condition is getting worrying, even for me. I never wanted this to happen to you. I just thought that you were digging too deeply into this." He said, and then I was not in the mood to fucking hear what he was telling me here.

I was pulling out my gun, and I was trying to aim it at him, and Shaun was looking like he wanted to say more, but decided against it. Feeling like he was going to only be making things worse for him by getting involved in this.

"I should just take you out, and then move on immediately." I said, and then I was starting to get up once again, and walking towards him. "How do you feel about the fact that you are bringing Harold into this. Ruining his entire fucking life for no god damn good reason." As I was telling him this, was seeing Shaun looking shocked to see I was going there.

"That is the fucking game you are going to be trying to play? You were the one that killed his father, I might add. You were the one that ruined any chance of Harold having a decent senior year of high school, and now I have to try and fucking just make sure your shit doesn't get any worse." He was telling me, and I was shaking my head, disgusted at the way he was now accusing me of being the one responsible.

"I know what I did. I regret it. I had no fucking choice but to do it. It was going to be me or him. Simple as that. Do you seriously think that I was going to let him take me out when I had a perfect chance?" I asked, feeling like if this was the game he was playing, I might as well be honest with him here.

"No, I guess that I fucking wouldn't. But I feel like you just need to think carefully before you accuse me of being the bad guy. I never once gave off fucking bullshit. I just did the job that I needed to, and you are suddenly acting like I am the one who made things a thousand times worse." He said, and then he was shrugging.

I went up to him, and I grabbed him by the shirt, and brought him really close to the window. "Jimmy, can you fucking promise me that you are not going to be brining Todd into this, no matter what? I feel like out of all the people in the world, Todd is the one that deserves to be away from this the fucking most." I said, and then I sighed as I had said this.

Shaun was looking around, and I could tell that he was trying to just decide what he was wanting to tell me now. He took a calm and deep breath, trying to decide what his next course of action was going to be here.

"Todd. I can't have anything to do with what his fucking father does. If his father wants to get him involved in this case, then I guess that if your fucking problem. We both know that man is a asshole, but he is a asshole who has a lock on his section of the company." Shaun Reichenbach was saying, and he was hoping to get me to fucking calm down, and not be acting like a god damn lunatic.

"If you try and get him into it, then I will tell everybody what you are doing, and soon enough your fucking deals are going to be out the fucking window. Sooner or later, everybody is going to learn the truth, and when they do, you are all going to jail." I said, and then I threw him down to the ground, as Shaun was going towards his desk. Probably just looking or something.

"Your father promised us peace. That when he was mayor, he would bring prosperity back to the town? I need to know you care about Wayside in the same way your fucking father does." As Shaun was saying this, I was taking a second to think about what he had said.

"My father is a con man, who just knows when to tell people what they want to hear. If there was ever one thing Todd was right about, it is that." I said, disgusted with the fact that I was admitting this. Wishing that Todd was wrong about my father.

Shaun was then standing up normally, and then he grabbed my hand, which made the gun drop to the ground, and go off hitting a random wall, and then he stabbed it into the desk with his knife. I screamed at that one, for once feeling no need to hide the amount of genuine pain that I had been in. I was closing my eyes, trying to just think about how to get out of this.

"Look, you're a nice guy, and I am sorry that you were set up for this. I think it might have been better if your father had simply never moved here. But the fact of the matter is that I can't keep letting you get in the way of what we are doing. I will let you go. I hope that this injury will be enough to get it in your head that I can't keep doing this." He said, and then he let go of the knife.

I started to walk away from him, and towards the door. He got what he fucking wanted. I was holding my hand as much as possible. "Shaun, why did you ever even get involved in this in the first place? You could have been able to do so many other things. But you choose to ruin everything for some fucking harem." I said, and then I was shaking my head, unable to handle talking with him any longer.

"I am not really involved there. I am just the guy who goes through the money and the finances. You will notice rather quickly that I very rarely, if ever, go down there. So you will see before anything else that I am really not the bad guy here." Shaun said, and then I was not really in the mood to hear him say this.

"Just try and get my father to find something else. I still have some hope in him. Even when I know that I really should fucking not." I said, feeling like I was just desperate for the idea of my father not being this horrible person. I wanted to believe that deep down, he was still somebody who fucking cared for the greater good of Wayside.

"Sheldon, please just drop this subject. There are only so many times I can let this go before I have to kill you." He said, and then I was flopping into the elevator, just simply trying to fucking leave this whole thing behind. I was closing my eyes, pretending to not be in pain, no matter what was happening.

Once the elevator door shut, I was hearing the beeps of the night, as I was already starting to fall asleep. I was going to try and kill that man, but in all honesty, I could barely even fucking do anything there without feeling like I was about to fall down and die.

It was growing clear, more and more with each passing day, that I was not the man who would be able to end this fucking investigation. That Todd needed somebody else at his side, and I needed to just accept that I was a failure in my fathers eyes. And would always fucking be.

So with that, I was then asleep, and woke up in my house the next morning. With a bandage all over me. Which was a shock, knowing that somebody not only brought me home, but treated my wounds. At least to a superficial level.

Scene 24: Out of Work (November 17 1963)

It had been three days since the incident at the Lazarus Quarters, and my boss decided to give me some time off until my hand recovered. He said he would even give me the money I would have made otherwise, due to my attendance, and the fact that he knew I didn't willingly get myself out of work for a bit.

That was giving me even more time to just completely fucking give up on my school work, and smoke even smoke. By the end of those three days, I went through probably seven packs of cigarettes alone, and I was throwing up profusely every couple of hours. I knew deep down what Todd said was right. I knew that he was right about me needing to clean up. My stomach was literally in sheering pain every time I tried to do fucking anything at all.

Before long, there was a knock on the door, and I answered. When I opened up, I was seeing Todd there. I was seeing that he was actually kind of feeling bad for me. Probably aware of what I had done, and that he was wanting to try and find a way to make me feel slightly better about what was happening here.

"Look Sheldon, I know that we had our fights about the whole investigation here. I should have been more patient with you right now. I heard that you actually tried to take Shaun on head on." Todd said, and he was sounding like he was actually almost impressed here. Like he now respected me.

"I did, and I fucking failed. Miserably. Turns out that even though you can be kind of a ass about the way you try to make your point, that it is still fucking true." After I was saying this, I was fucking pissed with what I was saying. I didn't want to give him much more than that.

"That is what I have been trying to fucking tell you this whole time. And now that it fucking almost literally ruined the mission, now you are starting to take what I say seriously." Todd said, and then with that, he was sounding like he wanted to say more. But then he stopped, feeling like he was already making his point here.

"But that being said, I guess that I should be thankful that you're fucking listening to me now. Makes me feel like I am not beating my fucking head against a god damn wall trying to talk to you." Todd said, and then I was feeling like I just needed to remain silent for now.

"But in all honesty, despite everything going on, I do thank you for at least trying right now. That makes me feel so much better, knowing that you are no longer just fucking around here." Todd said, and then he sat down on a chair. "Since you can't do much right now, I guess that maybe we can get this place cleaned up. And maybe open some fucking windows." Todd said, trying to at least be funny while making his point.

Todd was starting to pick up the packs of cigarettes, and he was sighing. "Look, if you need to continue smoking stuff, why not just stick to these? I mean, yeah sure in the long run they're terrible. But at the moment, they're really not the worst thing you could have." Todd said, and I was sighing, not really in the mood to be hearing him fucking lecture me about my fucking shit right now.

"Todd, I almost was able to confront my father again. But Jimmy White gave him some fucking time. But I was about ready to ask him just fucking why he did what he did. Why he would throw away the respect of the person that used to love him the most." I said, referring to the fact that until September 24, 1963, my father was the closest thing to a role model I had.

"Sorry about that. I mean, I want to say I told you so. But the truth is beyond the terrible taste of it, I could have never predicted that he would be doing something like this. It just seems really fucking screwed up that he would stoop that low. But I think that you probably already fucking know that." After Todd was telling me this, I sighed, and I was really not wanting to hear it anymore.

"I just feel like when I trusted him with everything that was happening, and then he turned around, and then fucking raped my sister every week, and had children with her. On top of being involved in this whole business, and as the mayor, even technically leading it for the time being. It just feels so fucking wrong to think about it." I said, and I was feeling like I needed to just stop crying to Todd about this. I felt like I had already made my point well enough.

"I mean, I guess that I do understand what you are meaning when you say that you just want to pretend like it never fucking happened. I guess that if I was you, I would want that as well." He said, and he was sounding like he hated himself for even fucking admitting that he did see my point.

Todd filled up the first trash bag, and he was heading out. "I mean, I wish that I could be able to fucking help you more. But I feel like at the end of the day, I might have already made my points clear, and at this rate, I would just be beating a fucking dead horse. And at this point in time, you deserve so much better than what you are dealing with." After Todd was saying this to me, I was seeing him sounding like he was choosing his words carefully here.

"How have Dana, Jenny, and Kevin been so far this school year?" I asked, feeling like I might as well just try and fucking make some conversation. I was hoping that doing this would get Todd to open up a bit. Not feel like I was being a asshole.

"Okay enough. I have tried to get Dana to just see that we have done everything we can. But I feel like she is slowly just wanting to do her own thing. Not that I even can blame her. She probably thinks we are not caring enough about this job to fucking give her some comfort." Todd said, and he was sounding kind of pissed as he had said that. Probably thinking her lack of understanding was a massive issue.

"Todd, it's okay if they do not like us. That is perfectly okay. I mean, I would rather have them be open about the fact that they do not like us than fucking pretend like we are some fucking saints or shit. At least with this, they aren't bullshitting." I said, and then I shrugged, feeling like what I said was going to make my point enough.

As I said that to Todd, he fucking shook his head. Thinking that what I said was a fucking joke, and that I needed to see that this was not the best way to go at this. "The thing is that I am worried that if Dana feels this way, she will just do her own thing. You have seen her. She is somebody who loves to assert her own independence. There is nothing that I can fucking do to change that." After Todd was telling me this, I saw him tired, and seemed like he was kind of just pretending to be happier here.

"Todd, just be happy she is willing to fucking talk with you at all. I mean, after everything she wants to fucking think of us, the fact that she is willing to even give us a chance most of the time, is something that we need to fucking take." I said, feeling like I just needed to be blunt about it when I was telling him this.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I mean, I am still shocked that nobody has approached me about Maurecia. In fact, nobody even seems to mention her. It is like everybody wants to fucking pretend like she never fucking existed. Not that I can fucking blame them. Probably want to fucking just move on already." Todd said, and then he shrugged, thinking that this was making more sense than he would possibly ever want to say.

"I guess that they probably knew that you were having a hard time getting along with her in the first place, so there is no fucking need to fucking make fun of you over it." I said, and then I was shocked that I was even fucking saying this in the first place. I took a cigarette out, and Todd seemed upset until he realized that it was just a cigarette, and not weed or anything.

"In all honesty, I thought that you had given up on even fucking trying to help me out with this anymore. I was starting to feel like there was never any point to have hope that we could turn this around." After Todd was telling me this, I felt like he was treating me like shit for no fucking good reason.

"I wanted to leave this whole thing behind. I mean, I want to pretend like I never knew what my father was doing. I wanted to pretend like I would be happier, knowing that at least he wasn't going after me. But I know that nothing I will do will change the fact that he did that to Riley." I said, and I was thinking about what I was saying. What it had all fucking meant.

"Surprised he didn't try and kill you when you saw him again. I assumed that since you guys are basically done with each other, that there was no point in even pretending to have a cordial working together. I guess that it would be something completely different when the mayors son dies. I am probably one of the few people who know you live here." Todd was telling me as I was looking at my fucking injury, and thought about what I was fucking doing.

"Shocked you decided to fucking keep that information secret. Probably just as a way to pretend like we are still on good terms." I said, and then I was smiling as I said that, wanting to make Todd feel like shit the entire time that I was saying this. He shook his head, simply not really in the mood to hear what I was telling him.

"Well, I feel like you probably need to have some time to recover. I mean, after the shit that Shaun Reichenbach did to you, I would be surprised if you are back into work, and doing anything earlier than two fucking weeks." After Todd said that to me, I was wondering if he was just pretending to fucking care for me. Or if he really fucking did.

"Just be safe while you go out there. I would never forgive myself if this ends up getting you fucking killed. Just trust me when I fucking say that right now." I said, hoping that he would know that I was not bullshitting at all. I saw Todd looking like he was finally calming down, and knowing that I meant what I was saying for once.

"I will fucking try. I mean, I know that being a fucking asshole while you are in pain is not going to be the best way to do this. I hope that we can reach a potential agreement here." After Todd was saying this, I smiled at this, thinking the fact that he was pretending to fucking try and work a deal out with me or something was utterly hilarious.

Scene 25: First Day Back (November 21 1963)

When I was back at my job, my boss and I agreed that for the rest of the year, I would only do Sunday, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. And once the year got back, I would go back and take over either Monday, Wednesday or Friday, depending on the need and business demand. Although he agreed to still let me keep Saturdays, regardless of demands, as I made it clear I wanted to have one day consistent off no matter what, and he agreed Saturday was best for him.

When I was working, I was smoking a cigarette, and I was feeling tired, and I felt like nothing else even fucking mattered. And that the entire time I was just laying around, and being a fucking lazy fuck, not even doing anything at all, was just something to make me kind of think about what Todd needed in the future.

I was feeling like the fact that Shaun of all people was willing to let me have a fucking break, and not kill me, was a sign that I was trusting the wrong people, and not trusting the right people. If Shaun was telling the truth, and he was just merely the money guy, then I needed to fucking admit that I was looking at the wrong people, and that I needed to just focus on the people that deserved my attention much more. After all, being purely a money guy probably made him the least bad of all the people that were involved.

As I was smoking, Dana was coming in. I told Todd my schedule, and clearly he must have fucking told Dana the hours that I had been working. I was slightly annoyed, but I was feeling like I just needed to let her talk about what she needed.

"Sheldon, are you going to be helping me with the monsters at all? I mean, you fucking promised that you were going to fucking do that." After she said that to me, I looked at her, slightly annoyed with the fact that she was telling me this.

"Look, just fucking work with Todd. He probably knows what to do to help you out better than me. After all, the stories Todd have almost certainly given you about me right now are true. I have fucking become a monster, always fucking doing drugs and nothing else. And even when I fucking try and help out, I find a way to screw it up." I said, and then Dana sat down, not buying it.

"The girl who went missing was a girl in the grade level above us. Some type of like Keri girl or whatever. I just thought you would be interested in knowing. Can't believe it's already been eleven days. After your father took over, the cases started racking up like fucking crazy." She said, and I didn't want to think about that fact. That he was responsible.

"I don't want to think about it." I said, hoping that by telling her this, it would be her way of knowing that I wasn't even fucking denying the truth. As I said this, I was even seeing Dana looking like she was regretting the way she had said that to me.

"Look, Sheldon, I know you love that man a lot. He seemed to be a good father when he was raising you. But the truth is that I feel like he is not really the man to be mayor, even if you want to fucking say that he is. I think you just need to accept that reality." After she had said that to me, I looked at her, wondering what her fucking endgame was here.

"I mean, once I found out what he and the other men were doing to the girls, and I realize how fucking powerless I am, I decided that I feel like it is time to just move on from him. He made things a million times worse, and there is no fucking way to change it." I said, feeling like being straight up honest with her was the best course of action.

"Can you fucking tell me what you saw? I mean, I feel like this might be able to fucking keep me safe. I understand if you do not want to fucking tell me. But want to, and need to, are two totally fucking different things." After she said that to me, I looked at her, and I was feeling like I just needed to get her to get off my fucking case about this.

"Dana. Look, I want to fucking help out as much as I can. But I think you need to remember that if people find out the truth, then they are going to become fucking targets. Like even fucking more than they already are." I said, and then I was seeing Dana looking like she was hardly fucking caring.

"I don't fucking care Sheldon. I need to know the truth of what my family has been doing, and I think you need to just stop treating me like I am a fucking child." Dana said, and then before we were able to talk any longer, we were hearing some monster noises outside.

I took the baseball bat, and then I left the gas station with Dana just standing there. I was seeing she looked like she was regretting this fucking choice. But at the same time, she was looking like she was hardly fucking caring either. And was just simply glad to see that I was willing to fucking step up, and do what I was needing to do in order to keep her safe for the time being.

As Dana was there, she was taking a deep breath, and I was feeling like her patience was going to be something that I needed more than anything else in the world. So the fact she wasn't fucking fighting me, was something I fucking needed.

"Don't leave this station, no matter what happens. If it gets inside, use the gun I hid under the cash register. Only use it if they come in." I said, and then I was holding the fucking bat. The monster was coming down, and it was a fucking wolf like creature. I was hoping that I would still be in enough condition to where I could be able to handle this at least.

"Okay." Dana said, and she was sounding much less scared now that she was truly seeing that I was having every intention to fucking protect her if I needed to. As I was prepared for battle, the wolf was coming towards me, and I swung the bat at their face, ready to give it a real fucking hit.

When the wolf creature was down on the ground, I was looking at Dana, and I was feeling like no matter what else was happening, I would do everything that I fucking could to make sure that she would be as safe as possible.

The wolf jumped at me again, and then I landed on the ground for a moment, so with that, I went to the trash can, and then fucking threw it at the monster, and the trash that had been thrown in there over the last day or so started to flow everywhere.

It was moments like this where I was glad as all hell that I was working at a place that had no fucking traffic at all, so I was able to get away with shit like this. Just crazy fucking shit that if there were customers here, would get me in so much fucking trouble.

Then I was able to get the baseball bat once again, since it had landed on the ground previously, and then I ran up to the wolf again while it was down, and I started fucking delivering massive blows to the fucking rib chest, and I was not going to be dealing with it trying to get up right now.

As the monster started to get weaker, I stomped my feet on their face, and the blood splattered everywhere. When I was done, I looked over, and I was seeing Dana looking at me, and she was looking shocked, and impressed that I had done that. She probably thought that I was finally taking responsibility for what had happened.

When the monster was gone, I started to walk inside, and I was wiping the blood off with my fucking napkin. "Sheldon, if you're able to do that well even when you are high as a kite, then I feel like maybe Todd might not be right with the stuff he is saying. It seems like you might be able to do take care of yourself rather fucking well." As she said that, I smiled, hearing her compliment me was something that I felt like I just needed to fucking take.

"Look, I do see what Todd is saying. He cares about you guys a lot, and he simply wants to make sure that I commit to actually keeping you guys safe. Simple as that. I can't fucking blame him for feeling like I needed to be better at my fucking game. All that I do oppose to is the fact that I feel like he was way too fucking harsh about the way he was trying to make his fucking point." I said, and then I saw Dana looking like she was not too sure what to think about what I was saying here.

"Commit? I mean, he has only known us for about fifteen months now. And it seems like Dana wasn't saved by him or anything. I guess that he is just trying to make sure that those mistakes do not repeat themselves." After Dana was saying this, I was slowly nodding, feeling like she was needing to be less fucking open about the fucking point of what happened.

"Dana, he did everything he can. She was being taken by Larry's father. He killed Mr. Needlemeyer, but the latter had already killed Maurecia in the mean time. He was trying his fucking best to keep her safe. You need to give him a fucking break." I said, and then I was sighing, feeling like I just needed to get her to fucking calm down, and see that he was still trying his best.

"Why would Mr. Needlemeyer want anything to do with Maurecia to begin with? That is the thing that I am fucking confused as hell by. Can you fucking explain that?" She asked, and I felt like I needed to just give her some form of the truth, without revealing labyrinth itself.

"Both he and Larry were pedophiles, who had a love for younger women. That is why Larry works in the public service. He was trying to be there when the young girls who would go there. His working at all places is a way to maximize the time he can be around them. I mean, it makes sense now that I think about it. But it shocks me that both of them were like that." I said, and then I was shaking my head, unable to believe that I was telling her all of this in the first place.

"I thought that Larry was supposed to be one of the good guys? Why the fucking hell would he do something like this in the first place? Knowing that sooner or later, everybody in this town would be able to eventually fucking catch on to what he is like?" Dana asked, and I shrugged, and I sat down.

"One way or another, I guess that one thing I know is that despite how much of a fuck up I might be, I am still really good at monster fighting." I said, and I was hoping that would be a mildly amusing statement for her. She shook her head, feeling like I was trying to be funny, when this was serious beyond all hell. But she choose to not argue it this time.

Scene 26: Return to Sender (November 26 1963)

I was on another shift at the gas station, when I got a crazy idea. Before I went in, I grabbed brought two empty composition books that I was supposed to use for school, before that literally started to just get further and further down the fucking drain.

I had a couple of pens, and four packs of cigarettes laid out with me. While I was working that day, which had no customers in the entirety of those six hours, I would switch between the two. On one of them, I was writing down the stories that I had went through in Wayside up until this point. Making sure every single detail, good and bad, would fucking be brought forward to the world. When I was done, I would send the notebook down to where I had originally lived in Arkansas, hoping that Orval Faubus, the governor of the state, would actually get it, and read it, and see the truth.

If he did, then I was hoping beyond god he would take what I said with at least some minor seriousness, and think that if there was even a one percent chance it was true, he would send somebody there "on a job" or something to help blow it all sky high.

Then on the second one, I was doing the exact same thing, making sure I got the wording exactly right, and I was going to be putting it on my mothers grave. Hoping that if somebody were to visit her again, then they would take what I said to fucking heart, and they would fucking expose the crime and corruption of this town to the general public.

It was a fucking longer shot than humanely wanting to be considered, but I was needing to do it for my own sake. I was feeling like if this was working, then I would have to take it. If there was even a one percent chance somebody would get one of those two, and believe my story, then I needed to fucking take the leap of faith.

I would switch after every page was filled on both sides, and I would take a cigarette every time I filled each page on both sides, trying to preserve them for as long as possible. And I completely forgot to take my break, or fucking eat at all. I was making sure that my work was fucking done.

I was listening to the radio the entire time as well. Getting news from when I was listening. To make sure that when something would be reported on the news, especially about missing girls, or leads on what happened with them, then I would be able to fucking contribute my thoughts to them if I fucking needed.

When I was done with my shift, my fingers and hands felt like they were about to fucking die. I was sitting down in my car, as I was injecting myself already. As I was injecting myself, I was feeling the sweet relief of being on heroin get to me, and the pain of my fucking hand, and the memories of those girls, being thrown to the side, even if only for a few minutes.

As I was thinking deeply, before I left, Todd was showing up, and I was seeing him look like he had already completely fucking given up hope on trying to fucking make me fucking stop with this. Probably thinking that I was already giving myself the death sentence, so he might as well just let it go.

"Hey Todd. Good to fucking see you. I need you to drop something off for me." I said, and then I was showing him the two journals I had made. "One of them should be going to my mothers grave, and the other is supposed to be sent to the governor of my original state." I said, and then Todd was looking at me, and I was seeing him looking shocked at my fucking idea.

"You're seriously going to fucking put one on your mothers grave? You do realize that doing that is going to make that a fucking hot spot to destroy her memory? I mean, Sheldon, I want to fucking help with this. But you need to realize this will completely fucking ruin what she had." After Todd was telling me this, I was shaking my head, not really in the mood to hear it.

"I need to fucking do this Todd. I am not asking you to fucking like it. But I feel like I need to do this if I want to fucking make it work. I mean, if ghosts are real, then my mother deserves to know that I have been keeping myself busy." I said, trying to smile. And the entire time I said this, I was seeing Todd looking fucking sick to his stomach on what I said.

"I guess there is no fucking way to make you say no." Todd said, and then I nodded, feeling like he was getting the point rather well. "Alright, well, I mean, I guess that you are still fighting this. In a strange as fucking hell way. No fucking denying that. But you are still helping." Todd said, and he smiled, knowing that even if he didn't agree with me, he did see that I was trying.

As I was starting to drive towards the postal office, I was wondering what Todd was feeling here. He clearly did not approve of what I was doing. But I was feeling like he really just needed to let me be on my own fucking two feet.

"Sheldon, I feel like those people in Arkansas are not even going to fucking listen to this. They might be thinking you are a fucking loon for even fucking suggesting something like this." After Todd was telling me this, I sighed, and I wasn't really in the mood to have this discussion at all.

"I don't fucking care what they might be thinking. If they care at all about justice in any way, they would be willing to at least check this whole thing out." I said, and I was seeing Todd looking like he was not really buying what I said at all.

"Politicians do not fucking care about justice. I mean, my father was right about some things, and I feel like that is one of those things." After Todd was telling me this, I was wondering what his fucking point was right now.

"Now you are trusting the man that you had opposed this whole time, all because the people we worked with turned out to be real pieces of shit." I said, and I was laughing as I was saying this, feeling like I was needing Todd to see the irony of what he was telling me.

Eventually, we were at the postal office, and I was getting out of the car. As I was doing this, Todd was just feeling like he was needing to remain silent. And to be honest, hearing him not oppose me this time was something that I fucking needed, more than anything else.

Todd went inside with me, and I was glad to see him doing this. Knowing that no matter how much he might have opposed what my plan was, he needed to just fucking give this a chance. Clearly feeling like whatever my plans were, he was going to fucking mess up here.

I went up to the postal person, and handed them the information needed. As the guy looked up at me, he was looking like he was finding my reaction to be a bit concerning. Probably thinking that I was a loo for even fucking trying something like this.

"The governor of Arkansas? That is a really strange request." He said, and I was moaning, not really in the mood to hear him be saying this. I was really feeling like his pushing me like this was going to be making things worse for everybody else.

"Just fucking give it to him. He needs to know what I am telling him." I said, and then I was sighing, and I was seeing the guy looking like he was just finding my way of talking to be slightly concerning. Then he grabbed the journal, and put in a box, and then he was shaking his head.

"Alright, there. Happy now? I have no idea how long it will be until he gets it though. Never sent a message to fucking Arkansas before." He said, and then with that, Todd and I were leaving the room, and I was seeing Todd looking like he was just glad to see that I was putting that behind me for now at least.

Once Todd and I were out of the office, I was seeing Todd looking slightly unsure of what to tell me now. "Well, I guess that I can't get upset with you at least fucking trying. I don't get the way you are thinking this will work out so fucking well. But that is not for me to fucking decide." After Todd was telling me this, I smiled at him, and I was glad to see him finally willing to talk to me about this now.

"I knew that you were going to see that I was still doing my fucking best. Even if you think what I am doing is bullshit, or whatever, I am still trying to fucking make this work out at the end of the day." After I was telling him this, I felt like there was nothing to say now.

"I just wished that my mother would be proud of me. If I knew what she was feeling about me, then I would be feeling so much fucking better. I mean, I used her against my father last time I spoke with him. And he was furious. Talking about how I should never bring my dead mother into this." I said, and I was seeing Todd looking like he was considering what I was telling him.

"Do you believe what he is saying? I mean, after all, that does seem like something that might be a rather sensitive topic to him. Maybe he was a good man. Before she died." Todd said, and he was sounding like he was kind of taking a second to consider his point.

"The issue is that I am not sure what he is like, regardless of everything else. I was really feeling like he would be somebody that I could trust. I wanted to fucking trust him here. But I think we both know how that is going." After I was telling him this, I was sighing, feeling like everything I said was a fucking joke.

"Look Sheldon, I am sorry that I ever even tried to say anything else here. I mean, I thought that I was helping you open your eyes, and fucking see the truth. But instead, I am just being a bit of a asshole here." After Todd was telling me this, I sighed, since I was not really wanting to fucking hear him say this at all.

Eventually, I went back to my house, and I looked at Todd. "Just make sure that you don't trust adults here. I guess that is the best that I can say. It sounds really fucking anarchist when I say that. But I think you and I both know I am not trying to fucking rebel when I say that." I said, and then as I said that, I simply shrugged, thinking that I would finally be fine with leaving things off there.

Scene 27: Revisiting Harold (November 30 1963)

A few days later, I was visiting Harold at his place. When Todd was with me, I was feeling like I just needed to be much more careful with how he was feeling. "Todd, I feel like if you do not want to be with me when I talk with Harold, that is totally fucking fine." I said, and then I was seeing Todd looking like he was hardly caring at all.

"Sheldon, I am not really in the fucking mood right now. I want to just talk with him as well." Todd said, and then I sighed, and I was walking out of the car, feeling like there was no point in arguing with him at all. I knocked on the door, and Harold answered nearly instantly. When he looked at Todd and I, I was already seeing him clearly annoyed with this.

"Were you guys needing to fucking talk to me?" Harold asked, and I was seeing him looking like he was not really wanting to fucking argue with me. Todd and I sighed, feeling like there was no point in fighting this. "Look, I have wanted to help you guys, but Shaun is really fucking getting down on me not fucking working with you guys much anymore."

"I don't care about that." I said, placing my left hand in my pocket, so he would not fucking see the wound that was still healing. "Look, I understand that you are under a lot of pressure from those businessmen to give results. But I feel like we both know that you do not want to do this. I want to fucking help you out here." After I was telling him this, I saw Harold shrugging, feeling like everything I said was a fucking joke.

"Guys, I appreciate all that you have done. You guys have done so fucking much for me. But the fact of the matter is that those people do not care for fucking feelings, and they are only going to be shooting for results. Nothing else. If you feel like you can make them suddenly see the light at the end of the tunnel, that is different. But for now, it's not possible." Harold said, and walked past us, feeling like he was just needing to fucking calm down for a bit.

"I appreciate the fact you care for me. But I am just trying to make sure that Jackie doesn't get involved with this as well. And that is already a fucking task enough. Jackie has been trying to ask me for a million fucking questions about what was going on. And sooner or later, those lies are going to kill our relationship." Harold said, and then Todd actually looked like he pitied the man.

"Look Harold, I understand you're scared about what will happen with Jackie. But Shaun is going to crack down on you, and he will start to show himself as somebody who never fucking cared." After Todd said this, Harold simply shrugged, and I saw him looking like he hardly cared.

"I fucking know he will. That man doesn't fucking care about anybody else at all. I know he doesn't. But I feel like maybe I can get him to start to at least fucking think differently. Maybe he just needs to see how other people are." He said, and then Todd laughed.

"What are you even going to be giving him next weekend? You said you had to report to him the first weekend every month. Surely he will be wanting you to give him much more soon enough." Todd said, and then Harold was laughing at this. He probably felt like Todd was just fucking joking around with this bullshit.

"I will just tell him that I simply never really had any offers. That really is the truth. I think the only time somebody talked with me this time was when Jimmy showed up to me, and he was trying to tell me that he was wanting to make sure that I didn't let my friendship with you get in the way." He said, and then he was simply shrugging, not sure what to think on that at all.

"That is kind of fucking random." I said, and I was smiling at this. I knew now that Jimmy was trying to fucking get rid of my influence. Knowing this suddenly made me feel like I was a fucking threat. "But I guess that Jimmy White isn't really the guy to talk morals. After all, he did fucking kill Ashley." After I was saying this, Harold suddenly stopped, not wanting to take what I said lightly.

"What the fucking hell?" Harold said, and he dropped his cigar as he was saying this. Now that I was clearly seeing him taking what I said much more seriously, I was feeling like I just needed to tell him what I fucking saw.

"I was in the mines. I was trying to fucking save the girls. Ashley was the first one I found. Jimmy saw me right away. And then he popped her brains out with a gun, to make sure she didn't go around, exposing the bullshit this town has, and to make me silent again." I said, and then I was seeing Harold suddenly looking like he was kind of depressed as I was saying this. As if this was the most tragic news he had ever fucking heard.

"Oh shit. I guess that explains the way Dakota has been acting lately. He has been acting really fucking down. I even tried to see him, but he brushed me off. I assumed it was because of the fact he never liked me much. But knowing that he is probably in grief…" Harold said, and I was suddenly feeling like his way of reacting was showing that he was indeed taking this rater seriously. Much more than Todd gave him credit for.

"I mean, do you think he would even want to fucking listen to you anyways? I mean, you two basically fucking hated each other this whole time, and treated each other like shit this whole time." After I was telling him this, I hoped that I would get him to calm down a bit.

"I know. But I feel like I would fucking try. I mean, everybody expects me to just basically not fucking care about the town anymore, because of my ties to that fucking company. I want people to see that I care for more." He said, sounding desperate to get people to notice his care again.

Harold was sitting down again, not even bothering to pick up his lost cigar. "Shit dude. I wish that I could fucking help. I wish that I could tell you guys anything. But that is all going to be a fucking lie." After Harold was telling me this, he was sighing, and seemed to just be way too defeated to even fucking bother talking.

"In all honesty, I wish that my father was never a famous businessman. If that was the case, I would at least be able to pretend like things were fucking fine. At least I could pretend like people actually fucking cared for the greater picture." After Harold said this, he shook his head. "Those fucking businessmen will ruin whatever they want. There is only so much that I can do to change this."

"I mean, I feel like I might be able to be safe from doing shit until I graduate. But the second I get that fucking diploma, everything is going to be fucking going downhill, and there is nothing I can say or do to change it." Harold said, and he was sounding more defeated than I would have ever fucking expected from him.

"Graduation. What a fucking nightmare. I have no idea if I even fucking care for something like that anymore. That seems so fucking arbitrary now." After I was said this, I smiled, and I was seeing Harold smiling, hearing me saying this making things better for him.

"I would be shocked if you didn't turn out to graduate. I mean, your record probably makes it so that you can fucking do whatever you want, and you would still graduate on time." After Harold was saying this, I was hearing from his fucking voice that he was sounding relatively jealous here.

"I mean, when you have shit like girls going in the mines, there is no reason to even fucking care about something that by comparison seems really fucking small." I said, feeling like telling him this was what he needed to hear.

"I guess that makes sense." Harold said, and then he was starting to head back to his house, feeling like he was needing to just fucking be blunt with me right now. "Truth be told, I feel like we need to just be more careful about our meet ups. My father would have never wanted this to fucking happen." As he said that to me, I sighed, not really in the mood here.

"Your father is dead. There is no need to fucking let him choose how you are going to fucking live your life now. I mean, I get that you probably fucking respected him a lot. But that is just not how things should be determined." I said, and I was feeling like being honest with him was what he needed now.

"Well, I mean, even if I never really liked him much, he knows what he is needing to do here. And I feel like I need to follow his path for a while longer." Harold said, and then I was shaking my head. I hated this. He was letting his fucking father win.

"Why do you even fucking care what that man thought? He nearly sold your fucking girlfriend, and ruined your entire fucking life. And now suddenly he is the paragon that you are searching for with making your life choices." Todd said, and then Harold seemed like he was beyond the point of wanting to fucking argue with me at all.

"I wanted a friend. Not somebody who doesn't know when he needs to stop fucking crossing his boundaries." As Harold said that to me, I was shocked to hear him tell me this, and I was feeling like maybe this was a first sign that I needed to stop what I was fucking doing for once.

"Well, even if I am coming off as a asshole, at least I am not fucking bullshitting how things really are with you. That is something you got to fucking respect at least." I said, and then I was seeing him looking like he was wanting to say more. But then he just simply decided to leave things alone.

I went to my car, feeling like I had crossed a fucking line, and that I just needed to fucking leave him alone. I was feeling like there was only so much that I could fucking say before I made things worse. I was feeling like nothing I said would even fucking get him to listen to me anymore.

As I was driving off, I was seeing Todd looking like he was over this whole thing. "Sheldon, I feel like even if I agree with your general point, you might need to work on your way of going at this guy. That man is literally the president of a giant company. I think you need to just think about things." Todd said, sounding like he was just trying to calm down a bit.

"I feel like I would do that if I was feeling like we were at a point of full agreement. But I think that something like this is really not fucking happening. So there's no point in dancing around it." I said, and then I was smoking another cigarette, feeling the need to just calm down, and not drag the issue anymore.

Scene 28: Forest Hunt With Cathy (December 6 1963)

A few days later, when I was at home, just resting, and smoking some cigarettes, I was getting a knock on my door. I answered the door, and I saw that it was Cathy already. I was already feeling fucking horrible when I knew that she was going to want to talk with me for a bit, and I would be able to give her nothing at all.

"Sheldon, I know that we have had some issues lately, and I wanted to apologize for those. Would you be willing to let me fucking help you out though?" She asked, and I was sighing, since I was feeling she needed to fucking leave.

"Cathy, I do not want you around me at all. No offense, but I feel like this is something that is going to be getting us in a lot of danger. Just be careful here." I said, and then I was sighing, and I was feeling like she needed to hear me to blunt with her as I was telling her this.

I saw Cathy looking like she was pissed at the way that I was treating her. She looked like I was just throwing away her desires to fucking make her pieces of the conversation. "Sheldon, you are fucking lost, and you have been making a lot of mistakes. I feel like it is within my right to try and help you." She said, and I looked at her, and I wondered what her point was.

"Well, I think that if you saw Todd, and you saw how horribly he ended up turning out, and you would see that I made things worse for him, then you would fucking know it if best to just not get involved." I said, feeling like I needed Cathy to fucking listen to me. She shook her head, thinking I was just being a asshole.

"I did see Todd. But he has not given up on you. If anything, it seems like the guy low key almost worships you, and thinks you're like a hero. That is why he is always so critical of you." She said, and I was laughing at that. Cathy had a rather interesting way of speaking.

"That is bullshit and you fucking know it. Whatever you want to do, just fucking tell me, so I can just send you home already." I said, and then I was seeing Cathy looking like her annoyance at the way that I was acting was knowing no bounds.

"I want to fucking help with you shit in the forest." Cathy said, and then I was laughing, as that was clear as all day she had no idea what was happening there. She was thinking that I needed any help there, when in all honesty, I already got the fucking picture.

"I already know what happens in there. Those girls are in that final mine that will not be destroyed. Or at least some of them. I don't have the evidence to show it, but they fucking are." I said, and then I was seeing her looking like she was wanting to fucking buy what I was saying.

"But I want to see it for myself. I want to know what you know. Fucking show me. I want to see if I can help." Cathy said, and then I placed my hands on her shoulder, wanting her to fucking listen to me as I was telling her this, rather carefully.

"You do not want to see. If you want to help me, you would leave me alone. You would let me actually do my own fucking job. Simple as fucking that." After I was telling her this, she shook her head, thinking that I was just not seeing the bigger picture at all.

"Why are you not taking my fucking offers? I mean, I am giving you the fucking chance to have assistance." Cathy said, and then I was feeling like her statements were just going to fucking dig deeper and deeper into me.

"If you want to fucking check those forests and mines out, then go ahead and fucking be my guest. I am not fucking stopping you. But you don't need me to fucking come along. You know that you do not need me." I said, and then I was shrugging, hoping that this would get her to listen to me for a second.

"So what if I fucking die while I am there? That would be your fault. Because you choose to not fucking help me when I was needing the help the most. So that just proves that at the end of the day, when it comes time for you to fucking help people out, you just fucking can't." She said, and then I was feeling like her way of throwing me under like this was just her way of trying to make me feel terrible.

"Everybody I know seems to have a way of guilt tripping me. Knowing that I will fucking listen to them." I said, and then I was feeling like my fucking ability to talk with people would not make any difference. "Just don't fucking tell Todd this. That person already has enough on his plate."

"Want to do it right now?" She asked, and I looked at her, and I was feeling like this was where I had to draw my fucking line. This was way too soon. Not something I wanted to do, unless if she would fucking force this on to me.

"Now? Are you fucking serious?" I asked, and I was not even going to hide the fact that this whole fucking thing was not at all what I was wanting to do at all. But I was sighing, and told myself that I needed to just be a good sport, and not be a asshole to them, when they needed the help the most.

"Yes, now. Before you possibly change your mind, and choose that something like this is not a good fucking idea." Cathy said, and then I was looking at her, and I was feeling like she was needing to fucking slow her role right now. She was pissing me off right now.

"Okay, if you fucking say so, I guess that I can fucking do that." I said, and I was mildly annoyed with something like this. But I was choosing to just go inside my car, and I was feeling like I would be leaving them alone for the time being.

As we were driving towards the forest, I was feeling like I just needed to try and find something to talk to her about. To just make her feel at least slightly better right now. "Cathy, do you want to tell me why you even got involved in this anyways? I mean, I just feel like it is so strange to be getting involved in something you know nothing about." I said, and then I was seeing Cathy looking like she was hardly fucking caring at all.

"Sheldon, while I am currently doing this to make sure you hold yourself accountable to what is happening, and I feel like I deserve better than fucking lies, at first I was just doing it because I knew that no matter what was happening, you were going to need all the help that you could possibly get here." She said, and I was feeling like her response was generic as all hell.

"What will I have to fucking do in order to get you to see that I am just trying to be a mature adult, who is doing what he fucking needs to do?" I asked, and then Cathy was laughing at this. For some reason, she was always finding my fear, and the fact that I was starting to freak out over this situation, to be fucking hilarious.

"What did you and Todd find in there? You guys are aware of something that would be greatly beneficial to me, and you are going around, and just not fucking letting me know? I think that at this point in time, I have all the right to be mildly annoyed with what is going on right now." She said, and I was feeling like her response was fair enough. Deep down, I knew that it was.

"Todd didn't go in with me. What he knows is what I fucking told him. And I know what happened to this girls. I think that all you need to know is that it is best to just stay away from Larry Needlemeyer. I mean, he is a nice guy. But that doesn't change the fact that he will be turning on people when he has a chance." I said, and I was seeing Cathy looking shocked at the fact that I was insisting on this.

"Larry? What is wrong with him?" Cathy asked, as if trying to just decide if I was pulling her fucking leg. I sighed, and I was aware that this whole thing probably seemed to be a bit odd. How much I was constantly making her second guess what was going on.

"He seems to be in on the girls going missing. If not that, then he definitely has a preference for the younger girls, and in all honestly, probably is not feeling much of a fucking loss for what is happening." After I was telling her this, I was seeing Cathy just taking a second to think about what I was even fucking telling her at all.

"Sheldon, I thought that almost everybody knew about the fact that he liked people of that age. He never once did a good job fucking hiding it at all." She said, and then I was sighing, feeling like she was needing to take this whole thing much more seriously. She was treating this like a fucking joke right now.

"Cathy, don't fucking do this. You are basically admitting that what he is doing is wrong, and you guys are completely fucking fine with it. That is really fucking messed up." I said, and then I was seeing Cathy looking like what I was saying was too fucking serious.

As we were walking along, I was feeling like I just needed to think about what she was saying. Since she didn't seem bothered by what I was telling her, I was feeling like nothing I would even fucking say would matter at all.

"Sheldon? Do you think that Sam and Natalie are actually going to be good for each other? I mean, they never really had much connection earlier. I think that it might be kind of a mistake to let them get together like this." She said, and then I looked at her, not even fucking disagreeing with her point.

"Yeah, I mean, Sam really seems to like her. And after the stunt he pulled off last month, I would rather have him just be with a woman he likes, and not be making things much worse." I said, and then she was looking at me, probably wondering what the hell I was even fucking talking about right now.

"What the fucking hell did Sam do? Was he looking around with you?" She asked, and I was sighing, thinking she would not fucking get it. After all, she didn't see him beat that man down, and strangle him to death.

"He fought against that man in the purple jacket. And he won." I said, feeling like that was the main thing she needed to fucking know. If she known anything else, she would probably try and get to pressure me for more fucking details.

"That's it? Just that he fought the guy, and he ended up coming out on top?" She asked, feeling like what I was saying wasn't even all that fucking bad at all, and that I just needed to fucking chill the fucking hell out. And not make something bigger than it was.

As we were walking along, we were seeing more of those men in black walking by. Cathy was then noticing something for once. Something that I thought would be really easily seen, but I guess it really fucking wasn't.

"You haven't been wearing that black outfit much anymore. Are you done pretending like you are working with them?" She asked, and I was feeling like I would just come clean, and say that this would be the general size of what is happening.

"Honestly, I think that they probably would not fucking accept my help much, even if I did fucking ask if they could use it. I think that I really just kind of blew every cover I had." I said, thinking about when I had killed that man, and the fact that in all honesty, I didn't even fucking mind what I had done.

"Do you think that you won't be able to get as much information? Now that you know they no longer want to fucking work with you?" She asked, and I shrugged, not sure what to even fucking think about what she said.

"To be honest, I think that I could probably get what I fucking need anyways. They were really fucking stupid. Never really seemed to know how to fight monsters or anything. Still can't believe those things are real." I said, coughing really badly as I was saying this. Now that the drugs were coming back once more. I was feeling fucking tired or this shit.

"Sheldon, have you tried to find the missing girl who left this last time?" She asked, and then I shrugged, feeling like that would not really be something I could tell her. I just kept walking towards those mines, feeling as if there was no point in even fucking trying to do anything else now.

"If you want to fucking know so badly what is happening, then just fucking follow me and I can fucking show you." I said, feeling that there was no need to really play any games with her. She smiled as I said this, as if wondering if guilt tripping me was something that she would have to do more often going forward.

The entire time we were walking along, I was wondering if those men in black were going to see us there. If they were going to grab Cathy, and take her in for the next girl. And besides, I was feeling like I just needed to finally step up, and do what I had wanted to do this whole time.

"Sheldon, slow the fucking hell down. Give me a chance to fucking catch up." Cathy said, and she was sounding mildly annoyed with what I was doing. Probably feeling like I was not giving her any fucking consideration at all.

As we were getting close to the mines, there was a yelping noise. I turned around, and I was seeing one of those men in black grabbing Cathy a bit. "Slow down Romeo. Don't want your girlfriend to get herself in danger now, won't you?" He asked, and then I sighed, wondering what the fucking point of this was in the first place.

"Leave her alone. She has nothing to fucking do with this." I said, and held my hands up, hoping to make her have a chance of safety. The guy was shaking his head, feeling like what I was saying was a fucking joke. Something to not play along with.

"Sheldon, you are planning on going back there again, aren't you?" He asked me, and then I looked at him, and I was feeling like I just needed to change this whole trajectory. Something to make me feel like my life would be better.

"Yeah, I am going to be going back there. I fucking have to, if I want to fucking do what is right." I said, and then I felt like what I was saying was perfectly fair and reasonable. He was shaking his head, feeling like what I was saying was bullshit.

"You look like shit dude? How much have you fucking ruined your life in the last three months? All for some fucking good nights of sleep? Didn't they teach you to not get involved with that stuff in school?" He asked, and I was really not in the mood to hear this.

"Dude, you are really dragging your fucking point on. Everybody has already said the same thing." I said, and then I was putting my hand in my pocket, ready to use this if I was feeling like there was no fucking choice.

"My point is that if you do not leave this whole thing alone, I have every right to pop a bullet in your girlfriends brains. Do you really want to have a third person in the last three months die because of you?" He asked, and I considered what he was saying. I was then feeling like my gun was getting heavier in my hands, as I was deciding what to fucking do now.

"Sheldon, go in there, and fucking finish this! Who cares if I die?" She asked, and I was feeling like the fact that she was saying this would absolve me of guilt. But the sleepless nights would get even worse. The anger and self hatred even deeper. So with that, I couldn't fucking do this.

"Jimmy White has been rather furious with how much you have screwed him over with your fucking antics. He says that you deserved what Shaun did to you." He said, referring to the fucking hand. As I was looking at the hand, and seeing that I was still having some bandages on it, I knew that I needed to just make my choice soon.

Then I brought my gun out, and went for the head. As I saw him fall down, I was seeing Cathy running away from the body, and towards me, and I was seeing from her face, that she was startled about what was even fucking happening in the first place.

"Oh my god dude. Maybe I should listen to you, and just leave this alone. I don't know if I can handle another situation like that." Cathy said, and then she smiled as she said the next part. Feeling like this was showing that I was still a good guy, deep down inside.

"Thanks for saving me. I think that just shows that deep down, you are still a good guy, and that maybe Todd is just having a hard time coming around to it." She said, and I was not really in the mood to fucking hear it at all.

"Cathy, I am not really in the fucking mood to fucking hear this." I said, feeling like I just needed to be honest with her as I was saying this. She looked down, feeling like my response was the exact opposite of what she wanted.

"Please do go in there soon. Just fucking save as many of those people that you can. Even if it means that you have to fucking kill some of them." She said, and then I was sighing, feeling like her way of telling me this was just another bullshit statement, to try and get me to be motivated.

"Maybe the next time I go out and do something, I will finally fucking do this." I said, and then I was staring up at the path. If Cathy was to thank for one thing, her pestering on the subject did get me motivated to continue this fucking search. Even if it was something really rough like this.

"Sheldon, I feel like if anybody is going to fucking do this, you are the best bet that we have. That is why I am so fucking hard on you. I know you are the only one that I can fucking trust here." She said, and then I was sighing, and I wondered what her point was.

"I will try and believe you. Best bet…" I said, and then I hugged her. No real reason. I just felt like it was right. I needed to fucking warm up to people, and not fucking be rough as steel for once in my fucking life. I just needed to finally be normal.

Scene 29: Returning (December 11 1963)

I was heading back to the mines, and this time, Todd insisted that I was going to be coming along. I decided to not argue this one. Probably because I knew deep down inside, that he was going to be coming along, with or without my permission.

As we were driving along, Todd was showing me a katana that he had picked up because Myron gave it to him, and claimed that he wasn't interested in historical weapons. I was finding this to be a bit odd, but I was guessing that it would be better than no weapon at all. After all, I was choosing to not bring my gun, for not wanting to risk people knowing that I was in there.

"I think when you see this, you will start to understand why I feel like it might be better for me to just be doing this." I said, and I was seeing Todd looking like he was hardly fucking caring to listen to me right now. It was like he was going to do whatever I want, and that I just needed to fucking shut the hell up.

"Whatever you fucking say to feel like you are justified in not telling me what is happening." After Todd said this, I looked at him, and I was feeling like he was just being a hostile asshole for no fucking reason. I shook my head, choosing to leave things alone for the time being.

"Todd, I know this might not sound like something you want to hear, but I am proud of the progress you fucking made. You really came a long way, and I feel like you have done so much fucking shit for the town. I feel like you deserve more credit than you have been given." After I told him this, he sighed, and simply did not seem in the mood to hear this.

It took a bit less than an hour, but we made it to the mines, where I was seeing Todd looking like he was just trying to decide what he was wanting to say. Probably feeling like no matter what was happening, he just needed to be more careful, for my own sake.

Before long, we went inside, and I was sighing, feeling like I just needed to fucking check things out, and see what Todd would be able to fucking show us. I saw that there was a giant box that was covered up in tape, and I was wondering if they were trying to move things out, in order to remove some fucking suspicion from what is happening.

"What the fucking hell is happening here?" Todd asked, and I was seeing him looking like he was suddenly realizing that maybe his imagination on what I told him wasn't quite the fucking story he was expecting it to be. As I saw this, I was feeling glad to see that was toning down his fucking attacks.

"See what I fucking mean?" I asked, and we were going down, and Todd was suddenly more on edge. "I think that I just needed to fucking guarantee at least one of us stayed sane. You know, I thought that would have been noble enough." I said, feeling like what I was telling him was a fucking joke. But I decided to leave him be for now.

"Okay. You made your point." Todd said, and then as we walked in, we were seeing a couple of beds still filled, and I was looking at Todd. "Give me the sword. You free the people, and if anybody shows up, I fight them down. I do not want anybody's deaths on your hands." I said, and then I was seeing Todd looking like he was starting to fucking no longer want to argue with me at all.

Todd handed me the sword without debate, and he was going towards the first girl in the area, and he was starting to unbind her. He was going for one that was probably not too pregnant, so some suspicion would be hidden, as well as the fact that she could get a abortion if she choose. As he was getting her out, I was guarding him with the sword. Before long, there were two voices talking to each other.

As the two guys were talking, Todd instantly stopped. "One of those voices… Louis? Oh no… Not only is he part of the sales floor, but he actually comes in here too." After Todd said this, he sounded like he was fucking sick to his stomach just thinking this.

"Todd, fucking focus. If they know what you are doing, then you are making things worse." I said, and then I was seeing Todd looking like he was calming down enough to at least see my fucking point. I was sighing, and I was just hoping that I wasn't making him angry at the way that I was treating this whole thing.

As he was working on that, I was walking forward, and I was giving Todd some room to run when it was time. After he was done unbinding her, he was then running out with her. The people in the mines, who saw me the first two times, were shocked to be seeing me return at all. Even fucking willing to try and help them. But I could tell beyond their relief, there was a small hint of resentment that I let it go on for another three months.

I looked at them, and I was feeling instant regret to everything that I had done. I was wondering if there was even a one percent chance any of them would forgive me for what happened. But then I heard the non Louis guy screaming when he realized what Todd had done, with bringing them out.

The two were at the entrance area, where the one who was visibly upset looked at Louis, feeling like he needed to demand some orders for Louis. "Fucking get out, and do not fucking return until you found the one responsible!" He said, and then Louis was running, not even letting him finish the order when he was already leaving.

Then he turned around, and he was seeing me. He looked like he could not fucking believe what he was seeing. "What are you fucking doing here? I didn't expect you to actually go through with your threat of trying to save these people?" He asked, and then he was already reaching for his gun.

I was holding my sword out, and he was smiling at this. "Your father is really running up the numbers of this place. In all honesty, I have no idea how you two are even related? With one of them constantly fucking going around screaming heresy, and the other pounding pussy left and right." He said, and I wanted to throw up as he was saying this to me.

"Well, I think you will find that I am not my fucking father." I said, and then he was pointing the gun at me, as I slashed down at him, and he fell down on the ground, and I was looking around, wondering what else I was supposed to do. I needed to act really fucking fast if I wanted any chance of making these people safe.

I was already running to the one opposite of the one that Todd had freed, and then I was starting to get her out, and I was muttering under my breath that I needed to just make this fucking work, and I was telling myself that I needed to just not hate myself for not saving them sooner, and just focus on the fucking job.

Once I started to leave the mines with this one, who was probably in the middle stage, I was seeing the girls looking like they were happy to know I was actually telling the truth. I was no longer just a person who made a false promise. I was the true hero of the day.

Once we were outside, I was ordering the girl to just go down a empty path, to make sure she had the best chance of escaping. Especially when I was seeing Louis and Todd about a third of a mile down the straight path. I started to run down, and I was cursing at myself for letting Todd go out alone.

I was seeing that Todd was looking really fucking bruised up. The two had clearly gone in a fight, and Todd was clearly not going to be coming out of this the fucking winner. I was feeling sick to my fucking stomach, knowing what Todd was getting himself into right now.

"Louis, why are you fucking doing this?" Todd asked, holding his hand up. Trying to just get him to fucking stop, and letting Louis know that he had enough. Louis was holding his hand up, and seemed ready to fucking beat Todd up.

"You were my favorite student! You always seemed ready to learn and grow. And now you fucking ruined what this business was meant to be. How can I fucking forgive you?" Louis asked, and I yelled at him to fucking notice me. Louis turned around, and saw me, with a look of anger in his face.

"Did you turn him into this fucking pussy? That guy was somebody who used to not fucking take shit from anybody at all." He said, and then he was sounding fucking vicious. I was feeling like he was the first person that could actually really do harm to me if I tried.

"Todd was the one pushing me more often than not. You just seemed to read him wrong." I said, and Todd was standing up. I gave Todd the nod letting him know he was allowed to leave, and didn't need to fucking help me. Todd was running down as fast as possible, just ready to take his chance to fucking recover. Although he was limping on his way down.

"Sheldon, I can't kill you. But that doesn't mean that I can't fucking hurt you." He said, and then he took a gun out, and fired it on my fucking leg. I screamed at this. "The faster you let this charade go, the faster your life would be." Larry said, and then I was holding my leg, and carrying the katana under my armpit.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have work that I need to fucking do. Please stop playing games with me right now." He said, and then he was starting to fucking leave me off. I was wanting to fall down and just be in pain. But I needed to keep Todd safe. I needed to make sure they were all good. So I was starting to just drag myself down the mountain, ready to meet up with Todd and the others when it was time.

As I was doing this, I was thinking that the one major consolation was that the grinding noise did not go off at least. That was literally the only thing that made me feel like maybe there was a chance of recovery here. Something to move this plan forward. Once I told Todd I couldn't take Larry.

Scene 30: Every Single One (December 18 1963)

I was in my living room, just resting on one of my days off, which I literally could only do that now due to my leg and my fucking hand. Investigating labyrinth was the last thing I could possibly do given everything that has just gone down.

As I was watching the television, getting high as a kite, and just enjoying my day, I was seeing a news report. "Two women who went missing earlier found dead from different causes." The report said, and then I was starting to feel a instant dread in my fucking stomach.

As the pictures were shown, I instantly knew it was the two girls Todd and I brought out from labyrinth earlier. Both of which were fucking killed because Todd and I found them, and there was no way they would fucking let them go around, and tell the world the truth of what happened.

As I had realized what had fucking happened, I was then wondering what in the world I was even going to do now. I was starting to wonder is saving them was even going to be fucking worth it if these girls would just fucking die within days of them being found. It just felt so fucking counter productive, and felt like a slap in the face to the families of these girls.

But when I was finally getting the news, and knew what was fucking happening, I went to my bathroom, and I started to fucking vomit everywhere. I was not really able to do anything else. Knowing that these girls were fucking dead, and that I wasn't even making a difference at the end, just made this all seem fucking wrong.

When I was done throwing up, I just simply looked at the mess I had made, and I was finding myself not caring. I started to limp towards the phone, where I would make a call with Todd, feeling like I would just need to fucking see what he thought about what was happening.

The phone answered, and when Todd answered, he was sounding like he was just sad at what was happening. Probably just thinking that this was all a massive fucking waste of time. "Sheldon, did you get the news too?" He asked, and I confirmed this.

"Honestly, this is a fucking mess. I mean, I feel like we just made things even fucking worse. I mean, we tried to save them. All for at most six fucking days of freedom. I think that at the end of the day, we made a fucking mistake." After he was telling me this, I was then feeling like I was going to just possibly leave this alone forever.

"I think that might be my fucking hint to just fucking drop this. I mean, if people are going to end up fucking dead because of this, then what is the fucking point. Surely you can see my fucking point." I said, and I was wondering if he would fucking listen to me from here.

"But Sheldon, are you seriously thinking that something like this might be a good idea? I mean, what if we just had really bad fucking luck this time, and we could be able to make it better this time?" Todd asked me, and I was shaking my head. Truth be told, I was not in the fucking mood to have this discussion.

"Todd, I feel like there is only so much we can tell ourselves before we just have to admit we were fucking wrong. We made mistakes. Simple as that. Fucking accept it." I said, and I was feeling like I just needed to put my foot down with Todd for once. I needed him to stop this fucking shit of acting like this was something we could play out.

"I know Sheldon. I really regret what I did. But this is something new. This is a chance to redeem ourselves. We know what we need to fucking do, and we can fucking fix this, if we just look hard enough." Todd was telling me, and I was then feeling like any form of negotiation I would have with him was going to be fucking gone.

"Todd, look, I think that you are digging yourself some fucking holes here. I think that if we keep going into this, one of us is going to end up dead. And I would far rather have it be myself than be you. To put it bluntly." I said, and I was hearing utter fucking silence here.

As Todd was remaining silent for a few seconds, he was then sighing. "I guess that maybe you are right. But I will say that I am grateful, fucking grateful, that even with your drugs, you are still fucking trying." Todd said, and I was shaking my head, and rolling my fucking eyes. He was lying to me, and I knew it.

"You don't really feel that way. You are just upset with my drugs, and you are just trying to find any consolation. I feel like what I am doing is making sense. At least I can be happy when I sleep." I said, and then Todd was sighing, feeling like what I said was a good fucking joke for once.

"Are you even fucking sleeping though? You are not having any dreams, or you don't remember them. You constantly inject yourself. I understand what you are doing though. After everything that has happened, I will admit, as much as I hate it, that I had found myself considering what you are doing. Even just once. To test it." Todd said, and then I was smiling, feeling like he would fucking see what I was going to have to do now.

"Would you want to try some of the supply that I have?" I asked, and then Todd sighed, feeling like he was not able to fucking answer that. Probably thinking that I was going to be baiting him with that. As I looked around, I was feeling like my boxes and supplies would be more than enough to handle both of us.

"That really is not wise. I think you shouldn't ask me that again. But I guess that I can come by your house every couple of weeks or something. Maybe clean up your area. Discuss our next move. Something like that." Todd said, and I knew that nothing I could say would get him to fucking stop with this whole thing.

"I guess that I am not going to get you to fucking stop with the idea of doing this? Not too fucking surprised, I fucking guess." After I said this, I was more so of trying to find a way to be funny about it. But I was deep down feeling a bit of dread as this was coming together.

"Yeah, it seems like you are seeing my stubbornness come on in full fucking force. Wonderful for both of us, I guess." Todd said, more so just trying to find a way to make the situation at least slightly funnier for both of us. Although we were both just dreading what this meant.

"Okay, I should have fucking expected something like this to fucking happen. Do you seriously expect this to get any better though? I mean, Louis knows what you are doing. You will be his next fucking target, and you fucking know it." I said, and I was needing him to see the bigger picture of what he was saying.

"I think that as long as Louis and I just simply do not see or speak with each other, and we just pretend like nothing happened, then everything is still fine. After all, the rest of my classmates still look at him as a fucking role model." He said, hoping that I would be able to see what he was saying. I sighed, feeling no need to fight this.

When we hung up, I went to my couch again, and I was needing to heal up the pain anyways. I took some heroin out, and injected right above where the gun shot was. As I was injecting myself, I was wondering how my father would feel. Finally getting what he wanted. Which was for me to be so fucking out of it that I would never be able to fucking fight. He finally got his fucking wishes.

As I was closing my eyes, I was feeling like the need for sleep was finally through the fucking roof. I was looking at the television, and I was seeing Brad behind my dad as he was giving a speech. I was wondering if he was going to start treating Carbunkle like he was his son more than he would act like that to me. As a act of revenge, most likely.

"What happened earlier has been a tragedy, and my sympathies go out to the families of the two women that were found dead. Increasingly so, young women under the age of thirty have been found either dead, or missing. And while unfortunately, there is no way to change it, I feel the first step of action to decrease rates would be to destroy the final mine. Take out one source they could be at." After my father said this, I instantly got interested. Wondering what his plan was. I just needed to stay awake long enough to hear.

"Public panic hasn't been higher than it is today. It is my job as mayor, and father, to make sure that all those who need help and support shall earn it. I will make sure to give the young generation of Wayside a chance to see that what is happening in this last year or so is not the way that life is meant to be. My first step after the destruction of the mine is to build a hospital for people to recover." As he said this, I was turning the speech off, no buying the bullshit at all.

Life in Wayside was a fucking lie. I hoped sooner or later, people will see that. People will see what my father was doing, and they will fucking call him out for his bullshit. And when that happens, hopefully he will get what he fucking deserves. After all this time.

Scene 31: Return to the Mines (December 22 1963)

I woke up, and looked at the date. It was the day after my eighteenth birthday. And in all honesty, I didn't really even fucking feel like celebrating. There was nothing to fucking celebrate about the fucking mess that this town was in. And there was nothing to fucking be proud of at all. This town was a shit hole, and I fucking knew it.

Todd, Sam, and I were at the side of the forest at the start of the day, and I was feeling like the fact that Sam was getting involved in this was something that I really didn't want at all. But there was nothing I could do to change it. And I fucking knew it. So there was no point in even fucking trying to change it.

As we were getting close to the mines, Sam was looking clearly disturbed by something going on here. "I just wish that I could have planned this whole thing out. I mean, the fact that your father didn't publicly expose the man in the purple jacket to be the piece of shit that he really was, makes me feel so fucking wrong."

"Honestly, if that was the least bad thing my father had been doing, I wouldn't even fucking care about that anymore. I would just sort of move on at this rate." I said, and I was feeling like I would just keep the truth away from him, hoping that Sam would not fucking press the matter.

"Wow, your father must have really fucking pissed you off." Sam said, and he was sounding like he wanted to know more, but decided against it, and we were just focusing on the fucking job. I was hoping that Sam would see that this was too much for me to enjoy anymore.

Eventually, we made it to the fucking mines, and once we were inside, I was noticing that the area was almost completely fucking empty at this rate. I looked at Sam, and Todd, and I was feeling like this whole thing was just too much to handle.

"This place was filled to the fucking brim. You can even see the fucking beds as proof." I said, and then Todd was slowly nodding, as a way to try and get Sam to not be feeling like we were fucking lying, or just trying to force him into something.

"But what do you think you will actually fucking find there? Clearly they grew wise to the fact that you have come here twice. And now our best chance to do something good with this is turning out to be a waste of time." As Sam was saying this, he was sounding really fucking pissed, and I wondered what he would have wanted from this.

"There has got to be something to show what the plan is. They must have brought the girls somewhere. I mean, there were so fucking many of them. There is no way in hell they would have just thrown them all away." I said, and I hated the way that I was wording this.

As soon as I said that, as if on cue, there was a massive grinding noise going on. I was then throwing my hands in the air, as if unable to fucking believe what had fucking happened. And there was nothing that I could do to fucking change this.

"You were fucking saying?" Sam asked, and he was sounding like he wanted to fucking hit me. He was then balling his fist, and just held it together as best as he fucking could. "Those men are killing all the fucking girls in town, and soon enough, there will be none left. What is your fucking father doing?"

"I have no idea what he is doing, or what he wants to fucking do. All that I know is that he hardly fucking cares for the condition of this town, and has been involved in this business." I said, and the noise went on for so fucking long that I wondered if it would ever fucking end.

"So if he is involved in this, then that means that there is nobody that we can fucking trust. What a great fucking piece of news. Knowing that your father probably is behind all of this right now." He said, and then he was starting to walk off, and I was following him. Even Todd was seeming to fucking pity me.

"Sam, listen to him. Sheldon has been trying to fucking stop this. He needs some patience. Look, when I found out the truth, I was fucking pissed as well. I wanted fucking answers. And I get that sometimes it might be hard to fucking stay calm about this…" Todd said, and then Sam was looking at him, and shook his head, not wanting to fucking hear this anymore at all.

"That is not the issue. I know that Sheldon isn't fucking going around and screwing children and shit. But the fact that his father fucking is, fucking disgusts me. He had been there for our entire family for years, and I started to look at him as a second father. Like how Kevin started to look at you as a second older brother." Sam said, and then I considered what he was telling me for a second.

"Look, I am trying really fucking hard to make things right. You know how hard it is to do something when your own fucking father opposes you, and treats you like you are a fucking monster? I wished that I had listened to Todd. But those girls are somewhere else now, or fucking dead." I said, referring to the grinder noise.

"Well, if they are somewhere else, then perhaps we should try to fucking find it. Maybe they're in some abandoned building or something. Surely we can figure this out." Sam said, and he was taking a deep breath. "I just need to fucking calm down. Not fucking scream at you guys, or hate you all. Just calm the fucking hell down."

As Sam was leaving the mine, I was rolling my eyes. In all honesty, his way of acting was getting to be a bit much, and I was feeling like I just needed to get him to fucking listen to what I was saying. "Sam, I want to fucking help you."

As I was telling him this, I was seeing Sam looking like he was thinking about what he was telling me. "Sheldon, do you know why I am so fucking hard on you guys? It is because I feel like when you are here, and you have all the fucking answers, and then you fucking refuse to tell me, I can't but feel like you guys don't actually care nearly as much as you claim." As Sam said this, I thought about what he was saying.

"Look, I get that you probably feel like I am just not taking this seriously enough, or whatever. But my father probably wants this to be how we act around one another. Once we act like this, we start to not be nearly as unified anymore. He knows how to tear us apart." I said, and then I looked at Todd, and I wondered if he was willing to fucking give me something.

"So you're basically letting your father play a fucking game with us, and you aren't seeing how fucking messed up something like this is? You can't see that him taking advantage of us all is the worst outcome possible." Sam said, and as he was saying this, he was rubbing his eyes, thinking of what to even fucking tell me.

As we were walking down the hill, I was then seeing Todd already getting to work. "Maybe they are taken to the hospital. They might just be doing a clean up or something." Todd said, feeling like he was needing to fucking give us anything to work with.

"Bullshit. I mean, if they were at the fucking hospital, people would notice right away. There is no fucking way in hell they aren't in there." As he was asking this, I was seeing Sam looking like he was just kind of thinking of what he said.

"But I guess it is better than fucking nothing. I know that you are doing the best that you can with this. So I can't be pissed at you guys, too much at least." He said, and then he was then thinking about what he was going to be saying now.

"Maybe Kevin might know. I will reach out to him. Since the man in the purple jacket is gone, I don't feel as bad getting him involved anymore. In fact, I feel like that might be what we fucking need." He said, and then with that, he was starting to walk off.

As he looked at us one more time, he took a deep breath. "Look, I am grateful you are giving me something to work with. I should be giving you more respect." After he was saying this, he sighed, and then he was gone for real.

"I just want him to fucking be happier. I mean, he deserves that after all this fucking time." Todd said, and I looked at him, wondering why he was saying this about Sam, and not anybody else. But I was not really saying anything at all. They made their fucking point.

Scene 32: Cathy's Truth (December 27 1963)

I was meeting up with Cathy, and I was feeling like it was time to finally let her know what had been happening. Todd was with her as well, and I was hoping beyond all fucking hope that she was not going to be upset at what I was dealing with right now.

"Cathy, I know that this is all a really fucking big deal right now. I am sorry for fucking lying to you so much, and I feel like you deserve to know the truth." After I said that to her, I was seeing Cathy looking shocked at what I was telling her right now.

"So the truth is that the girls are still alive, and in Wayside the whole time. But you know about the report where those girls were found dead earlier?" I asked, and then Cathy nodded, as if feeling like something like this was going to be extremely fucking hard to forget.

"The truth is that those were two girls that Todd and I tried to free, and were silenced within days to make sure they did not reveal the truth to the public. I feel like these people know what Todd and I were fucking doing, and decided to end this threat before it became any worse." I said, and I was hating myself for even fucking saying this in the first place.

Cathy looked down, and I was seeing her looking like she was suddenly seeing what I was doing was probably for the best. "Truth be told, I feel like if I try to fucking free these people, they are going to fucking die. As much as I hate to admit it, I am starting to think that what I am doing is only making things worse." I said, and I hoped to make her see things different.

"Oh god. I thought that you going in there, and just fucking freeing them all would help. But I guess that if this is what is happening, then I feel like maybe I was in the wrong." Cathy said, and then Todd was then feeling like he needed to tell her the next update here.

"The worst part is that Sheldon and I tried to go back in there a few days ago, but nothing was found there." Todd said, as I was starting to lay down on my side, and I was feeling like if I was going to throw up, it would be best on my side.

"Are you fucking high again?" Cathy asked, and I could tell that her amusement on this was really fucking running out, and that she was no longer finding this to be funny or cute. I looked at her, feeling like I just needed to try and make the situation better.

"Maybe I fucking am. Not much that I can fucking do to change it." I said, and then I was smiling as I looked at her. She was looking like she couldn't fucking believe what she was hearing. She looked at Todd, and I was seeing her looking like she was at her wits end with this shit in the first place.

"God damn it Sheldon. Do you not realize that you are fucking killing yourself by doing this? You know, even if I do not like what I fucking hear, I feel like you are still the best bet that we have to make this work." She said, and I looked at her, and I was smiling at her as she said this.

"You seriously fucking still believe that?" I asked, feeling like I just needed to take what she had said. As she was slowly nodding, I was smiling, and I was feeling so much better knowing that she was finally opening up to me this way.

"Yeah Sheldon, I still fucking believe that. I mean, you still are probably going to be the best bet when it comes to finding out where those fucking missing girls could be now. You broke the conspiracy once, and you can fucking do it again." She said, and then I was laughing at what she said. I was standing up, trying to not wobble around the entire time that she was telling me this.

"Todd, can you fucking get him to calm down, and not be acting like this right now?" Cathy asked, and then Todd was sighing, feeling like such a thing was just not going to fucking happen, no matter how much she would want something like this.

"Look, I mean, I do sort of see what he is saying this time. I mean, we have no idea where in the fucking world these people would even be now. And with these people dying anyways, it can be a bit hard to get invested in again." After Todd said this, he was shrugging, and he was hoping that she would not feel like verbally attacking him here.

"I mean, there is Sam. I guess that I can try and fucking rely on him." Cathy said, and then I was seeing her looking like she wanted to say more, but then was seeming to want to at least word it nicely, to not feel like we were being attacked.

"Guys, I understand I might be sounding like kind of a asshole when I talk right now, but the truth is that those girls are going to need a idol. Somebody they can fucking trust." She said, and then I was then thinking about the truth.

"Those girls are being thrown in those mines like cattle, and the reality is that you are probably one of their children. Think about that for a fucking second. You are probably a fucking offspring of that rape empire." I said, and I was seeing Cathy looking like she was wanting to not get too fucking hurt by what I was telling her.

"You do not need to fucking remind me dude. I know that this idea could be there. But what if this means that I should have never fucking existed in the first place?" She asked me, and then I sighed, feeling like what she was saying was bullshit to the highest caliber. But I was in no mood to be telling her this at all.

"You do deserve to fucking exist. What your parents are doing doesn't fucking change that!" I yelled at her, and I was feeling like telling her this was going to be one of the best things that I could do for her sake. She sighed, not wanting to hear it anymore.

"I will just see what fucking Sam knows. Maybe he might be able to fucking help me. I mean, I know you guys probably do not mean anything vicious when you guys say this. But the truth is that I feel like there are people I still need to fucking trust." She said, and then she was starting to leave. Todd then looked at me, and I was seeing him looking fucking tired, and he seemed to just regret everything he said.

"Cathy?" I asked, and then she looked at me. Pity in her eyes, and she was looking like she deeply regretted everything that had happened. Probably aware that at the end of the day, I was still doing the best that I could for her sake.

"Can you just fucking promise me to be safe while you are doing this? You know, I would not want to fucking lose you at all." I said, and then she was smiling as I had said that. Knowing that I was still wanting her to be safe, no matter what was happening at all.

"You really are still one of the best of us all. Despite how much I disagree with your fucking way of doing things, you never seem to lose sight of what matters to you. I do respect that." She was telling me, as she was starting to walk off.

"Sheldon, what are you going to be doing? Are you going to try and reach out to her? She might need a person with her." He said, and he was looking like he was kind of just keeping his patience at a thin wire.

"You saw what she was saying. You know she was making her fucking mind up on what she was wanting to do. I think that getting involved, and trying to tell her what to do, is only going to make things worse." I said, and I was seeing that Todd looked like he wanted to just fucking lose his mind over this.

"Okay. If you fucking say so. Even though I do not fucking like it. I mean, she is a young woman after all. She does need to make up her fucking mind." He said, and then he was sighing as he had said that. Not wanting to think about what he was meaning the entire time he told me this.

"Just imagine how Brad is going to react when he learns the truth. That is going to be horrible." He said, and then he shook his head, sounding completely fucking defeated as he was saying this.

Scene 33: Sam's Death (January 2 1964)

When I woke up the next day, I was getting a call from Todd. I was annoyed at the fact that he was calling me fucking early in the morning. But I was feeling like I needed to listen to what he was wanting to tell me, as a way to not be fucking rude to him at all.

"Sheldon, you are a bitch to get ahold of sometimes." After Todd was telling me this, I was sighing, not really in the fucking mood to hear him acting like a fucking jack ass right now. So I was just gritting my fucking teeth this whole time.

"Just fucking tell me the news." I said, feeling like I just needed to snap him to not be a asshole right now. I heard Todd actually take a second to consider what I was saying, before he sighed, and decided to not fight me right now.

"I just got some news that Sam was shot and killed today." As soon as Todd said that, I sighed, and it felt like everything going on in the world was suddenly at a fucking stop. I couldn't fucking comprehend what he was telling me, and a part of me was feeling like this was a fucking mistake.

"That can't fucking be true. There is no way in hell that is true." I said, more so in denial than I really could muster. As I was saying this, Todd was silent for a bit. "Let me fucking see his family. If this is true, then Kevin is going to need somebody as close to a older brother figure as he can possibly fucking get." I said, and then I was suddenly feeling much more serious.

"Sheldon, do you seriously feel like he will fucking listen? I mean, there is a chance he might be blaming you." Todd said, and I shook my head, not wanting to fucking deal with this right now. I was not in the mood to deal with this, and I hoped that Todd would just fucking back down before he was making this whole thing much worse.

"I got to fucking try. I will be there in a bit, and I will get him to fucking talk, regardless of if he likes it or not." After I was telling Todd this, there was silence for a second. I was wondering if Todd was despising what I had fucking said.

"See you later tonight, if you can. I feel like we need to just fucking talk for a bit." After Todd was saying this, I sighed, not really wanting to fucking hear this at all. I hung up, and started to head on down towards Kevin's house, feeling like it was my time to fucking finally see what he had known.

It took me about ten minutes to get there, as I was heading there as fast as fucking possible. The entire time that I was driving, I was just hoping that Kevin was not going to be doing anything fucking stupid. I just needed to make sure he was not going to fucking do anything stupid.

When I was there, I immediately knocked on the door, and when Kevin answered, he was looking like he was not really in the fucking mood to talk to me. "Sheldon, I need to see Natalie. I feel like she needs somebody at her side right now." He was telling me, and I was finding his statement to be a fucking joke.

"You're his fucking brother. You need to have somebody at your side more than she does. No offense, but she can fucking grieve for herself." I said, and I was not even fucking caring if I was sounding like a total asshole or not. As I said this, I saw Todd looking like I was a total fucking dick for saying that.

"I know that. And I appreciate the fact that the two of us were starting to fucking repair our broken bonds over time. But she needs my help more than I need your help. I can fucking move past this in due time. Natalie was starting to really fucking love that guy. She needs this more than I do." After Kevin was telling me this, I was hating what he was saying. It was fucking wrong, and I knew it. But I knew that he had already made his mind.

"I can talk to Natalie. Kevin, I understand that the two of us had made some mistakes over time, but I want to be there for you, and fucking just make this whole thing work." I said, and I was hoping I could get Kevin to see that I was not fucking lying to him.

"Sheldon, I appreciate the fact that you want to fucking help me feel like there is still hope. But the truth is that I couldn't have fucking changed what happened to him. And I feel like as his brother, he deserved somebody who would have made a difference." As he was saying this, I was feeling sick to my fucking stomach hearing him say this about himself.

"Can I at least drive you over?" I asked, feeling like I needed to get as much as I fucking could. As I said this, Kevin started to fucking nod, and I was feeling like this was the best that I could fucking get here. So with that, I went to my car, and Kevin went with me.

"I wonder why they even fucking did this. I mean, Sam didn't seem to have much of a fucking idea what was happening in this town. It just feels fucking wrong that this happened." After Kevin was telling me this, I felt like he was right. But I couldn't say anything, due to not knowing how those monsters thought.

"Sheldon, I just wanted to apologize to him. To make him see that I was sorry for the way that I had treated him this whole time. He deserved better than that. And I feel like I am a fucking failure at life over it." After Kevin was saying this to me, I was not really in the mood to hear him say this at all.

"Sam would not have wanted you to hate yourself over this. That much I am confident in right now. He thought you deserved to be happy, and I am going to fucking give him that." I said, and I was seeing Kevin looking like he was finding my attempts to console him to fucking fail.

When I parked the car at Natalie's house, I was seeing Kevin looking like he was considering what he was doing now that he was here. "You might not see it. But I have to fucking do this. There is no other way to make this work." He said, and then he stood out, and left the car.

I was starting to take a cigarette out, and I was feeling like everything that would be happening with them now was going to be wrong. Kevin knocked on the door, and then Natalie answered. As I saw this, the cigarette was just remaining unattended to in my mouth.

Natalie hugged Kevin immediately, and as I was seeing this, I was just wanting to fucking scream at what was happening. I wanted to fucking hurt something over what happened. Those people deserved to die for what they have done to this fucking town.

As I was looking over, I was seeing Natalie looking like she wanted to see what my opinion on the matter was. "Sheldon, what are you fucking planning on doing now?" Natalie asked me, and I sighed, feeling like there was no need to fucking sugar coat what my plan was going to fucking be.

"I am going to fucking kill those who are responsible. Or at least put them behind bars for the rest of their lives." I said, feeling like this was something that they both would have wanted to hear. As I said this, both Kevin and Natalie were looking shocked at the fact that I had actually admitted this.

"Just do what you guys need to do to rest and heal in this time. I am sorry that this is how it had to turn out." I said, and then I was shrugging, feeling like there was no need to give them any fucking bullshit at all.

"It's okay. Thanks for being there for Sam when he needed a friend more than he needed anything else." She said, and then I laughed at this. She did not know what she was saying. And she was kidding herself if she thought I was his best friend.

"I will see what I can find out about the investigation in the mean time. That much, I can fucking promise you." I said, and then I was feeling like what I was saying was just generic bullshit. Something to make these two feel as least horrible as humanely possible. And they would later realize that I was not fucking joking at all.

As I was starting to drive off, I was feeling like Sam would not appreciate what I was doing. I could tell from the way that Natalie looked at Kevin that there was something going on there. But at the moment, I was hardly fucking caring at all.

And I was wondering if those men were going to fucking actually get killed from me. I wanted to end them so fucking badly. They needed to die. I finished up my cigarette, and I was feeling like I just needed to focus on what was actually ahead of me for the time being.

The longer that I was smoking the cigarette, and realizing the reality of what I was dealing with, the more and more that I started to realize that I was no longer having much hope anymore. I would hate myself if I saw what I was doing. But now, I was hardly giving a fuck anymore what anybody thought of me.

Scene ?: Confronting My Father (October 6 1976)

It felt like my entire life had been building up to this fucking moment, when I was finally able to confront my father, and try to force him to tell me the truth. I was in the middle of a giant field in up in the mountain, while his other cronies were in the area. It didn't take a genius to realize they were waiting for me, to see what I was going to be able to do, and they were wanting to see if my bite was as big as my bark.

"Hey dad, looks like life has not treated you very well at all." I said, and then my father was looking like he was already running out of patience, dealing with my shit. Probably thinking that I was the biggest fucking threat to him and his team.

"Oh shut up Sheldon. At least I am not spending all my days and nights getting high in my work bathroom, and being a really fucking shitty boyfriend who can't even fucking be there for his girlfriend." My father said, and I winced at that one. Knowing deep down, he was right, and I was feeling like I needed to just be much more careful. Not give him good ammunition to attack me.

"And besides, you know you are at a impass. You only have a gun with you. Something you were never comfortable using. I have an entire team of people with me. Even if you took me out, you would barely even have a chance to get a fucking step down." He said, and then I laughed.

"Honestly, if it meant taking you down, and making sure that you did not continue your reign of terror, then it would be totally fucking worth it." I said, and then my father shook his head, probably thinking that I was just trying to fucking get him to react.

"You know, the fact that you are willing to talk to your father like this openly shows how terribly I raised you as a son. You should never disrespect your parent as openly as you have over the last years." After my father said this, I laughed, thinking about how much of a idiot he was sounding like.

"Then maybe you shouldn't be raping your own daughter, and other fifteen year old girls every week. At least I have a level of moral compass." I said, and then my father rolled his eyes, thinking that I was trying too hard to sound better.

"If you have such a moral high ground, then why do you stick with people who you would probably claim were barely any better than me? I mean, that Natalie girl and her fucking son. You know, Nate Gardner or something like that. The twelve year old one." After he said that, I was looking at him, and I wondered what his point was.

"Sam and her slept together, and had a fucking child. So fucking what. It just so happened that he died just a few days later." After I said that, my father was laughing, feeling like the fact that I did not know the truth, or something like that, was rather fucking hilarious.

"Oh shit man. You really don't fucking know?" My father said, and he was almost sounding kind of sorry to hear that. He sighed, and then he was taking a cigarette out. "Your younger friend, Kevin I believe, he is the father. The genetic tests confirmed it. They slept with each other like 6 hours after the news got out. And then he went missing himself soon after. Can't lecture me when you have a friend who forced a thirteen year old to knock her up. And have no regret that she made a boy lose his virginity that early." As he said that, I suddenly started to think about what he was saying.

"Why would she fucking lie about such a thing?" I asked, and then my father sighed, feeling like the answer was right there, but that I needed to just fucking be smart, and stop thinking that people always had good will in them.

"Because she knew that you would judge her as well, and claim that she was just as bad as we might be. At least what we're doing is for the good for the fucking town." My father said, as I punched him right in the face. When he recoiled, and looked up at me, he actually seemed almost impressed with me.

"What the fucking hell Sheldon? It seems like you have some fire in you after all." After my father was saying this, he sighed, and then covered back long enough. "But you should never treat your parent like this. If your mother saw this, she would never fucking let this slide."

"She would have never forgiven you if she found out the truth of your daughter. How can you possibly be doing the right thing? You ruined Riley's life, and you forced so many fucking girls into this business. You were even worse than the others." I said, and then my father was not wanting to fucking hear this. He felt like I was just over reacting to a giant fucking degree.

"At least I actually became mayor, and I took advantage of my future here. All you did was throw away the greatest chance anybody in Wayside ever received to just get into drug deals. I used to love you so much. If you kept your progress up, I would have loved you more than your fucking sister." He said, and I actually took a second to think about that. Hearing that actually put a smile on my face.

"Oh shit…" I said, and actually needed a second to recover from the fact that he was telling me this. Hearing him admit this to me, was something that I really was needing to hear. "Well, I made plenty of mistakes. I will admit. But I was fighting for what was right."

"Right or wrong? That is all incredibly subjective. You're right. I won't deny it. I slept with your sister. Nothing wrong with that. I was just trying to make sure that nobody else ruined her life. So in a way, I saved her." My father said, as I punched him a second time, and this time was so bad a tooth fell out of his mouth. He looked up at me, with some blood coming down.

"This is your last warning. You do not keep acting like this to me. I will actually fucking have to take action against you if you keep fucking doing that." He said, and then he was pointing at me, feeling like he needed to just fucking get his point across.

"I mean, I just wished that when I saved those girls earlier, and brought them down, you guys didn't fucking murder them. At least with something like this, I would have had some more easy sleep. Knowing that at the end of the day, they had a chance to live." I said, and then my father shrugged, simply sounding like he was not caring in the fucking slightest.

"People would have heard them much more than they would have listened to you. They would have actually been a liability to what happened. That would not have been fucking allowed." After my father was saying this, I sighed, and I was kind of glad he confirmed this.

"I guess that does make some sense, as much as I hate to admit it. And that was my fucking theory. That you were just hiding the truth, to make sure they never revealed." I said, and I was feeling like when I did hear his reasoning, some things did make some fucking sense.

"Why did you ever even get involved in this in the first place? I guess at the end of the day, that is the main thing I want to know. Just why?" I asked, and I was feeling like I just needed to know the truth. Anything to help get closure.

"Because it was simply the only way to give you guys a affordable living. Business is the model of this city, and you should know that. As a member of that gas station for thirteen years. I only did this because there was really no fucking choice." My father said, and I knew that he might be right.

"Okay, so it was a well intentioned fuck up? But how does that explain Riley? I mean, that is the part that I don't think I will ever fucking get around." I said, feeling like I just needed to be honest with him. He sighed, annoyed that I never let this fucking drop.

"You'll understand when you gave no fucking choice. When you have a daughter of your own." After he was telling me this, I was feeling sick to my stomach as he was saying this. Thinking for a second that he and I were going to be ending up in the same fucking place.

"You honestly kind of ruined any idea of me having kids. I mean, if this is the way that I would fucking treat them, and they lived in this fucking town, I guess that having children would fucking be a mess." I said, and then I was seeing my father laughing looking like my reaction to this was fucking hilarious.

"You have the blood of fucking kings in you, and you are willingly planning on ruining it for something like this? Do you not see how fucking selfish you are with this?" He asked, and I was shrugging, feeling like his fucking reaction was a perfect one.

"Well, I would rather end it here than continue this reign of terror. I mean, I bet that most people in this town hate you after all these fucking years. After all the lives you ruined, and didn't even fucking pretend to fucking feel bad about." I said, and I was going to push him into the corner.

"I saved Wayside. They better not fucking hate me. If they did, then they don't understand what it takes to feel grateful at somebody fixing up their shit hole. I saw the mess that was Wayside, and I decided to bring peace and prosperity to this town. Something you supported yourself." My father said, and he sounded mildly hurt at this.

"I supported it when I was in high school, and still had hope there was something that could save this town. But when I saw what you made of it, and I saw that you didn't ever fucking care about the town, I now realize I was a fucking failure for even thinking something like this could fucking work." I said, and then my father looked over at the others, feeling like they were probably bored.

"Look, I would love to spend all day throwing around witty banter, and trying to see who can piss the other one off the most, but you have a job at the gas station to do, and I have a fucking harem to impregnate." He said, and then I was feeling my blood boiling.

"I'll even give you free drugs for the rest of your life. Never have to pay a single fucking dime for them again. Consider it a monthly birthday present." My father said, and then I snapped at him, hoping to at least get him to stop for a second while he was heading off.

My father was my supplier. I mean, I kind of knew something like this was happening. It was pretty obvious to any normal person. But hearing him fucking confirm it, made me fucking disgusted. Knowing he had done this to throw my life down the fucking drain, and didn't give a shit.

"How am I ever going to recover from this? I mean, I just wanted to make you proud of me, and I wanted to show you that I was an adult who knew what he was doing. But I guess that you will never fucking care for me." I said, and I was starting to accept this fact for once.

"That is for you to determine. In all honesty, I feel like you probably have gotten more chances than you deserve. If anybody else had come in here like this, and acted the way they have, then I feel like they would have deserved so much worse than you have ever gotten." My father said, and he was shaking his head at this.

"And you are finding yourself not wanting to kill me. You want me to lose all hope in humanity. For me to be your fucking toy. So that way when I kill myself, you can say that you had won." I said, and then my father was laughing at this, feeling like he was able to appreciate my interpretation.

"I already won Sheldon. But I will admit, if you ended up killing yourself, then that is a burden I will never have to deal with." As my father was saying this, I wondered if he was seriously this way to me, or just fucking acting.

"So this is all that this is? Fucking clean up duty? I am just a embarrassment to you that needs to be cleaned away." I said, and then I was shaking my head, feeling like something like this made way too much fucking sense, as much as I hated to admit it.

"Now you are seeing how I play the game. Just sad that it is so many years too late." My father said, sounding almost impressed as I was saying this to him. Probably feeling like I was his fucking burden, no longer being one.

"Those girls were fourteen years old when you took them. Not even in high school yet. How can you feel better about yourself?" I asked, and then my father turned towards me, and I was seeing him looking kind of annoyed with my reaction.

"Fourteen isn't really a child anymore Sheldon. You should be able to see that. I mean, look at the shit you were doing when you were that age." He said, and then I jumped towards him, as the other people in the group were getting their guns out, ready to fucking fire at me if need be.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked, and then started to just fucking go ham at my father, beating him down for a while before my father was taking a gun out, and fired at my lower chest. I felt the pain course through me, as I was standing up and then started to walk back.

"I'm not even going to fucking kill you dude. Although I have killed children for less than what you are doing now. You're a lot stronger than I assumed. I'll admit it. You have fire man." He said, and then he took a cigar out, and started to smoke it.

"No wonder those girls fucking like you. Always having a level of strength that I would be impressed with myself. But the truth is that this is not something that I can fucking let slide. You are probably the first person I ever met who seemed to put a genuine threat to my fucking team." My father said, and then he was sighing at this, as I was still bleeding out a bit.

"I'll even name my next son after you. Even though you have said many things in this conversation that disgust me, you do have a level of determination that even I have to appreciate." He said, and then as he was starting to brush himself off, I was getting my gun out.

"You probably just know that no matter how bad something is, and no matter how much it might be hurting you in the long run, I will never fucking give up." I said, and I was pretending what I said was something to appreciate of me.

I was taking my gun, and I was pointing it to my father's neck, and he was looking like he was finding my efforts to probably be a waste. As he was starting to walk off, I fired the gun, and the bullet went right through his neck. Everybody in his squad actually seemed shocked and almost impressed I landed the shot.

As he fell down to the ground, he looked right at me, and he was smiling for a second. "You always find a way to beat the odds? I should have realized as soon as you showed up that I was going to die. I just hope my wife and Riley can forgive me…" My father said, and then he was done.

As I was drifting off, that was when I was hearing voices calling around. "We got to take him to the hospital! He is bleeding out. He doesn't have much time!" And that was one of the last things I heard for a while before I woke up. The last one being "You did great. You knew what to do. Don't worry."

When I woke up several days later, Jenny thanked me for what I did, and told me that she was pregnant with Cody. And I vowed to myself that I would never treat him the way that my father acted at the end, and that I would be there for him, unlike what happened to Kevin. Which was a bit strange to me still. But I would end up making it work out, somehow.

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Scene 34: February 4, 1987, end

When he was done, he was looking at his therapist, and he was glad to see that from the look on her face, that she wasn't brushing him off

Therapist: Oh shit, everything you said, is true? I can tell. I mean, the story adds up too fucking well.

Sheldon: I fucking know. I mean, there is nothing that I can fucking do about it. It's all fucking done.

Therapist: Sheldon, what you do is just fucking get deep into these drugs. I mean, after what you had dealt with during those months, I do understand. Saving those girls, just to have them die anyways... I need to see what I can do.

Sheldon: I have tried everything. You fucking heard the story. I tried to reach the governor of other states, and they refused to listen. For all I know, they are in on it.

Therapist: Do you have anything that I can use? I have some friends in the CPS. They might be able to fucking help me.

Sheldon: I have the letter Joy wrote to me, as well as all the records to show that this is happening. And besides, there's those recordings. No reason to go on this epic fucking journey with you if it's a lie. (Sheldon hands her the letter)

Therapist: I can't believe I'm hinging the entire town's fate on a letter a thirteen year old girl wrote to you over twenty years ago.

Sheldon: Believe me, the whole fucking thing is a fucking joke to handle. I wish that I was lying when I said that.

Therapist: Sheldon, if there is anything that can be done about this, I need to just get to work on making it happen.

Sheldon: I just hope that I can see the end of this business. I thought after I defeated my father we would be there.

Therapist: Do you have any regrets of killing your father?

Sheldon: None. I did what I had to do. I just wish that I didn't have to.

Therapist: I guess that makes sense. I mean, I don't know how you were able to stand the sight of him, with what he did to Riley...

Sheldon: I would rather not think about it. That is how it is done. When I just simply forget about it, it gets better.

Therapist: I guess that makes sense. I just felt like I needed to fucking consolt you with what was going on in your mind.

Sheldon: What is going on in my mind is wondering how in the world I haven't fucking killed myself yet to get my mind out of what happened.

Sheldon left, feeling like what she was saying might finally be able to give him some hope, that somebody at least fucking listened to him.

He was going to see her the next day, because they needed to, and he was wanting to see if she was actually going to go through with her promise to end this

The next day, Sheldon would try and fucking reach out to her, per his promise, but as he left the car, he saw his therapist making a call, and the building exploded, killing her and all the other workers in there immediately, and Sheldon sat down, and for the first time in years, cried deeply and profusely.

But at this point in time, he was realizing that no matter how much Cody wanted to possibly help, there was no way he would be able to. He had to protect his son in any way he could.

As Sheldon made peace with what happened, he started to wonder how Jenny would have ever forgiven him if she had seen everything happen the way that they had.

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January 1, 1993

When Cody was done with listening to these tapes, he was entering the living room, where he was feeling it was time to talk to his father, and see what his dad might know, and he was feeling like it was finally fucking time to just clear up some issues between the two of them.

"Dad, I have listened to all the cases. And I honestly do not know what I am supposed to be thinking anymore. It all just feels so fucking crazy to me." Cody said, and then Sheldon turned around, and he was seeing from the look on Cody's face that he was seeming to be genuinely scared for once.

"Look Cody, I understand that you might be feeling like I betrayed your fucking trust when I didn't tell you all those things earlier. But the truth is that I wasn't sure if you were old enough, or mature enough, to handle the truth. So that is why I fucking lied to you." He said, and he was sounding like he was kind of regretting his actions already.

"It is nothing like that. I just feel like I need to know what you were going to do. Do you still want to destroy the labyrinth? Because if you do not, then I feel like it might be my fucking obligation to." After Cody was telling his father this, the two of them remained silent for a bit.

Sheldon was standing up, and he walked over to Cody, and then got on his knees. Even at fifteen years old, Cody was still extremely short for his grade. "Cody, I will not like it if you go down that rabbit hole. But I gave you the information you needed, in case you choose to do it anyways. After a point, I need recognize that you are old enough to make your own fucking choices." Sheldon said, and Cody sighed, and slowly nodded.

"You deserved the truth, and I am going to see if you are going to fucking do what you need with it. I just hope that at the end, these are choices you are ready to be making on your own." After his father was saying that, there was a small understanding between the two of them.

"I felt like your mother would not have wanted this at all. She would have fucking fought this. But I feel like you are aware that you need to be doing your own thing, and not worry about what your mother would have said anymore." After Sheldon was saying this to Cody, Cody was then feeling like he was being guilt tripped around this whole thing.

"Mom… I know that she would not have liked this. I mean, I can sort of see that in your fucking confessional tapes alone. But I feel like there is no fucking choice. Mom was murdered, and I feel like that is enough to make me do this. Victoria lost a mother because of this." Cody said, and then Sheldon slowly nodded at this.

"I mean, when I had you, I was thinking to myself that I would try and do a better job than my father, and raise you to be a good child who was able to break the fucking mold." After Sheldon said this, Cody was looking at Sheldon, feeling the need to start to make his father understand there was no harsh feelings.

"You did do a better job than your dad. Sure you might not have been there all the time, but at least you would never have thought of sending a daughter to that business, and then raping her and making her have your own children. So in all honesty, you are not somebody that I am worried about right now." After Cody was saying this, Sheldon wasn't sure of what to even fucking say anymore.

"But before I found that out, my father was doing a decent job. He was there for me, and he tried to help me out as much as I can. I mean, I will never forgive him for what he did. But before that point, it wasn't all that fucking awful." After Sheldon was telling Cody this, that was when Cody was feeling like he needed to oppose the shit that Sheldon said.

"That was all clearly a fucking act. I thought that something like this should have been extremely obvious. And yet you are here, just defending him, and making it seem like he could do nothing wrong." Cody was saying, and Sheldon seemed to just be taken back with the way that Cody was acting.

"I know it was a fucking act. He essentially confirmed it. But the truth is that I feel like letting those memories go will be fucking impossible. After all, I was no saint either. I was also really bad at sleeping with girls every weekend for a while." Sheldon said, and Cody slowly nodded.

"I remember the first year after mom died." Cody said, remembering the fact that every Saturday for nearly sixteen months, Sheldon was bringing home some random nineteen or twenty year old girl, and sleep with her that night. But Cody was aware it was just to fucking cope, and that it wasn't a full lifestyle.

"But I feel like you would do a better job finishing what I should have taken care of. You seem like you are somebody who would not take any fucking excuses. Somebody who will fucking put his foot down, and just get the job done." After Sheldon was saying this, Cody was smiling as he heard this. Feeling like his father giving him that credit was something to be proud of.

"Hearing that from you, and knowing that you mean it, just makes me feel better. I feel like maybe I could be able to fucking make it work out." After Cody was saying this, he smiled at this for a few seconds, and there was a minor moment of calm.

"And besides, I've seen from your fucking friends, that they would be great to help you out. They would not fucking brush you aside. That is another thing that gives me some fucking hope to see this whole thing work out. I just hope that you are going to do what I did, and you will actually fucking keep them when you need them." After Sheldon was saying this, he was smiling at Cody, hoping to get his son to think that out.

"You also seemed like you were getting rather close with your therapist. I am so sorry that she had to fucking die like that. In such a brutal way. I am shocked nobody fucking looked into something like that. I mean, even with what those people were doing, I would feel like they would at least pretend like they were worried for something like this." Cody said, and then Sheldon smiled as he heard this. Hearing Cody now get into the territory of trying to figure this all out was something he loved to fucking see.

"I know that I was. I was feeling like the fact that she was willing to trust me as much as she did, and she believed me, was a fucking sign that I knew I wasn't going fucking crazy. And when I saw that, I was feeling so much fucking better." After Sheldon was saying this to his son, he shook his head.

"She was supposed to have another child. Adoption. Now like everybody else, her child was going to grow up without a parent. I learned that afterwards. When I felt like her death was eating me alive for fucking days afterwards." Sheldon said, and then he sighed. Feeling no need to drag this issue on any further.

"Do you feel like she would have fucking blamed you if she was alive. I think she would have seen clearly that it was the fault of those fucking businessmen, who decided to get involved at the last second. I think you need to give yourself some fucking credit." Cody said, and then Sheldon sighed as he was hearing this.

"I don't fucking know Cody. I wish that I fucking did. I mean, I was seeing her looking like she was willing to hear everything out. So I like to think she didn't blame me. But I guess that doesn't even fucking matter anymore." After Sheldon said this, he was sounding disgusted at himself.

"I just wish that I can be able to sleep better at night. Knowing that I did what I could. But I feel like if something like this was what I was scared of, maybe that is a sign that I didn't care enough for those around me." Sheldon was then looking at Cody, and he was feeling like he needed to pick his words carefully.

"You're going to fucking do it? Search for the truth?" Sheldon asked, feeling like this was the exact opposite of what he fucking needed. Cody sighed, and then nodded. Feeling the need to just be honest with him as he said this.

"Yeah, I am. I feel like I have no fucking choice." Cody said, and then he sighed at this. "I have to fucking do this, and I feel like you are going to just be better off if you fucking let it happen." After Cody said this, Sheldon sighed, feeling like there was no point in fighting this anymore. Cody would do whatever he wanted, and he just needed to accept this.

But deep down, he knew that his son was going to do the job that he would never do. And for that, he was proud as all hell of Cody. Knowing that Cody was never going to make excuses, and he would die fighting if he had to. And in that moment, Sheldon was realizing how proud of him he was becoming.