Summer of 1987...


"You... you poisoned our angel..." The old man whispered shakily while pointing a quivering finger at Patricia. "...I hope that life takes you as well!"

Patricia froze at the harsh words and let out a whimper as the guilt overwhelmed her to the point that she wanted to scream until her voice was no more.

She forced both feet to carry her forward and a final glimpse at the closed casket reminded her of all that she'd given up over the past few years.

Here she was, having been disowned by her parents, lost an illegitimate child and abandoned her college education, with the only clear indicator of a future being the ring on her fourth finger.


Patricia slowly wiped her eyes dry and stood up from the couch, turning off the television while heading upstairs, only noticing the worrisome change when she got ready to take a shower.

The additional flesh around a once trim waist made it clear that her body was finally beginning it's steady decline.

She turned to face herself in the mirror and for a split second, imagined a young model staring back flirtatiously with long eyelashes and bangs.


David readied the baseball bat and kept his eyes focused on Billy while the latter got ready to throw the ball his way.

Through his narrow scope of concentration however, he was unable to sense the presence approaching from behind until his pants had fallen down around his ankles.

The other three boys present began to laugh uproariously and David stared down at the ground in embarrassment.

The unpleasant feeling gave way to rage when he pieced the situation together and realized just whom was responsible for such humiliation. Unable to hold his emotions in any longer, he raised the bat and charged straight towards Ralph before delivering a hard blow to the other boy's face.

Adam and Billy both fell silent and turned to gape at him in shock while Ralph writhed in the grass, moaning pitifully through a bleeding jaw.

David simply grinned back insanely and prepared to swing the bat again, the only desire in his mind being to make them suffer after all that they'd done to him throughout elementary school.

"I'm...I'm going to fuck you both..."


"I...I really am sorry, Dad..." He apologized fearfully after Tony returned from yet another dispute with an angry parent. "I got angry and..."

"It's okay. I understand where you're coming from..." Tony countered in reassurance, sitting down beside him on the front doorstep.

"You do?"

"Yes. It's just that, I don't know whether to be proud or disappointed. You see, when I was your age, I was never brave enough to fight back when others tried to bring me down. I wasn't the only one either, your grandpa used to always get picked on by his boss."

"Oh..."

"But then again, what you did was still wrong. One of those boys just lost two teeth..."

David smiled sheepishly at the mental image and hastily lowered his head to hide the inappropriate emotion, before wondering how Patricia would react once she also found out about the park incident.