Be careful what you wish for is what uncle Trevor used to say to me when i was little. Yeah, the house was quiet for once.
Too damn quiet.
No noise from Jimmy's video game, Tracey was with her newest fling and i don't know where mom went off to.
I could hear dad and Johnny talking but i focused on Vinewood Zombie instead, trying to keep myself distracted.
It wasn't always like this.
Hell, we weren't a normal family to begin with but we didn't fight every damn day when we were living back in North Yankton.
Brad, Uncle T and that botched bank robbery! No one ever talks about it but that's where it all went wrong...when Brad was killed.
He was stupid enough to walk in front of that bullet.
It was his own fault...wait, why am i thinking like this?!
Dad and Uncle T would've taken the bullet for him.
Would they?