I woke up on the couch again. Damn man moved me around like I was a mannequin.
Dusk had fallen, the looming shapes of the trees just on the border of the yard stiff fingers spearing into the sky.
When I was a kid, I'd been afraid of them. I thought something was trying to rise up from under the ground to come capture me.
As an adult, I wished a mythical beast would come capture me, spiriting me away from the hell of my life. Those monsters had to have been better than the ones I called Mother and Father.
"s**t!" Ransom said from somewhere behind me.
I pushed myself up on one arm, looked over the back of the couch. "What are you doing?"
"You're awake!"
"No, I'm not. You're hallucinating." I laid back down.
"Wait, wait, wait. Are you feeling better? Does the house still stink li
