Gleeful, Rabid, horror movie soundtrack laughing. The kids got a lotta processing going on. joy too. “him too.” deserves a giggle back.

Lickety-split, nice and quick, not even a chance to be cause something tells me man like this begging ain’t worth a bother.

Just a nod and he's gone too, looking at his child as if she betrayed him. Fucking narcissist.

But at least that stupid glowing paper has now turned to the opposite color I guess so it’s all working out.

Can’t understand why they had to drive it this far.

All they had to do was choose not to keep hurting a kid and they would’ve been just fine, but nope sat there screaming hurting cursing only thing they gave them about themselves or this idea of themselves.

But at least I know who I am, the motherfucker who doesn’t let weak little shits do dumb shit.

Anything you want from here sorry I didn’t think about that one. The blood splatter hit. Everywhere but the foyer.

I’m glad it occurred to me to make no space between the blowouts. Dripping chunk sounds aren’t good for developing little brains.

Took a few seconds, like potential and reason have irreversibly shifted inside of her head.

She mentions something about a unique meteor ring somewhere in the house. 

that she wants. It isn’t hard to just pull into my hands throughout all the rubble and shit. A smooth little glider pops right up into my palm.

“Anything else cause I’m gonna burn this whole shit down?”

This time, a real laugh, big and loud louder than the lightning out than the thunder outside so much brighter too.

“I have everything I need. Let's go get some ice cream.”