Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“I told Angel you were sick in the head! All of this proves it! Does your fiancée know what a fuckin’ nut job she’s about to marry?! DOES SHE KNOW YOU’RE A DIABOLICAL LUNATIC?!”
Caspian stood, popping his gloved hands like a surgeon about to get to work, then crashed his fist down as hard as he could on Uncle Bobby’s shoulder. Dislocating it instantly.
“AHHHHHHHH!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!”
“Now, let’s try this again. Where the fuck is that gotdamn box?”
Uncle Bobby settled, his eyes rolling in pain.
“It was a small brown box with a lock! It’s in the house!” he screamed.
“Okay, yeah, and what was in it?”
Uncle Bobby sneered, then spit.
“AHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
Caspian smacked the shit out of him, so hard the fucker’s partial dentures flew out of his mouth across the barn. Saliva dripped down the son of a bitch’s chin. Caspian looked in the direction where the teeth had flown and burst out laughing.
“They looked like horse teeth anyway. They belong here. In a barn. Where is the box now? … Oh, you don’t want to tell me? Uncle Bobby, I’ve killed thirteen people in my lifetime. Thirteen, motherfucker, and I sleep like a damn baby at night, so if you think I’ll spare you, especially after what you’ve done, you’re the one that’s truly foolish. Now I suggest you tell me what I want to know, right fucking now, so you have a fighting chance of surviving this predicament you’re in.”
Uncle Bobby swallowed and closed his eyes.
“Angel kept some of your mama’s stuff at the hotel, afraid it would get lost or flooded if she kept it in the house. At least that’s what she said. It…the stuff used to be at the hotel she worked at, remember? But then, she brought all that stuff home once she retired a few years back. She said she was gonna sort through it all and give it to you. It stayed in the basement for years though… she said she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Brought back too many memories.”
“And you didn’t know about the box she had finished for me, but after she died, you came into the knowledge that she left me some things, so you decided to go through them. When you saw what was in the box, you took it. What did the box contain that you didn’t want me to see?”
Uncle Bobby’s head lulled.
Caspian dropped down onto his knees before him.
“You know what happens when I’m annoyed and run out of patience,” he stated calmly. “And I’m running out of patience, Bobby… It’s running out fast.”
The two men glared at one another for a long while.
“It was some paperwork your Aunt had found,” he stated, as if exhausted and beyond the point of caring.
“We both know what that paperwork was… but I want to hear it out of your own fuckin’ mouth.”
Uncle Bobby’s lip began to tremble. “…It was your mama’s diary.”
“My mama’s diary! Yes! That’s what it was.” He waved a finger in his direction. “When I stopped by yesterday, I made a little detour in your disgusting bedroom. You filthy pig. Under the bed was a leopard print box. Not the sort of thing you’d expect a man to keep. I got it back home and lo and behold, I saw something incredible. I was in for a pretty intense night, wouldn’t ya say?!”
Caspian opened his kill kit and pulled out an old notebook with a unicorn on the cover.
“Now, I had to do a hell of a lot of research to put this all together, the missin’ pieces of the puzzle, but by golly, Ms. Molly, Uncle Bobby, I think I’ve got it!” He laughed and slapped his knee.
“That ain’t nothin’ but lies in that diary, Caspian. Your mama was crazy. Full of tall tales.”
“Everyone is crazy but you, right, Uncle Bobby? My mama was a good young lady. Had a good heart. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. Her friends said she was funny and sweet. She was gorgeous, too… so much you couldn’t keep your eyes off her.” He snarled at the man. “In high school, you must’ve asked her out a dozen times. The answer was always no. Now, do you want me to tell you what was in that diary, or shall you finally tell the truth? Get these burdens off your chest?”
“I hid that diary to protect ya, Caspian. I didn’t want you to—”
“Looks like it’s going to rest on my shoulders to tell the real story. Here it is, your life on the line, and you’re still lying. My God… So, this is what happened. I’m the journalist of the family, right? I better get to journalin’… My mama went to a big party one night. She wasn’t the partying type, but Aunt Angel talked her into it because Mama was down in the dumps. Mama had gotten into a terrible fight with a guy she was dating named Harrison. She was in love with that boy somethin’ awful. She goes to this big party, right? And everyone is there. She’s havin’ a good ol’ time. Mama wasn’t much of a drinker, but this bastard named Robert, AKA Bobby, told her she should get loose. Relax a bit.