They been taking things forever.” The Red-Man screamed this, but not at me, but at the pile of bodies in the bathtub. My father was on top, eyes closed, blood streaming from his nose into the water, and the side of his head bruised purple. His blood was thick, nearly chunky, not like Grandmas, which was thin as water. Grandma’s skin was turning different shades of dark, like a grey rainbow, and at her feet was the skull. Just a part of what could be my mother. I wasn’t even sure if the Red-Man knew I was there until he turned to me “Check date is tomorrow. I get money then but I need a house. A new one. Well, I’m taking this one. Burning down this house and then coming back to live here.” “Why? Why?” I cried. I couldn’t believe I could even talk. My insides trembled like I was freezing to death. “You let them board up my house and left me there. You ran from me. And this dad who says he’s raising you.
