I know where he keeps his gun. I could come out here when he’s asleep.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
He knows. He can see it in my eyes. I’m not afraid of him. Never have been. Not even when it was smart. Why not? He can only take my life. Not my heart. Not my soul.
I could take his, too.
Kill my dad, go to prison, kids would go to my Mom….
For the sake of my kids – take him out?
For the sake of my kids – I’ll let him live.