Bruce was no stranger to the law. Breaking it was his favorite hobby. I could still recall the moment he walked through the door of my father’s home, a permanent smirk etched onto his face along with that practiced swagger. From the moment he locked eyes with me, I knew he’d found his next punching bag.
I tried to keep my distance from him during High School, but I was well aware of the shady activities he was involved in behind closed doors. Teens and adults alike would show up at our door for all sorts of
things, most of which were illegally produced by his own hands. With my dad constantly out and my stepmother purposefully carefree, Bruce could bring over a serial killer and they’d be none the wiser.
Seven Years Ago
I’d come home earlier from school that day. Debate team was cancel
