How could I let this happen? How could I let him take my son?
Micah’s gone, D.L took him from me after a fight got physical. He says I framed him, but I know I didn’t. If anyone did, it was her. Jessica. My sister. My dead sister. She pops in occasionally, says her cheap one liner, and then retreats back into the back of my mind. She’s just sitting back there, waiting to take over my body! I’m NOT CRAZY, she really is there! I swear on my panties she’s real!
So now I’m sitting in this new diner I came across after I drove all the way out here to Texas. I needed a good ride to clear my mind and think of a way to get Micah back. It’s all I can think about lately, well, that and what kind of muffin I should order. Personally, I’m a blueberry lover, but something in the back of my mind is craving chocolate chip. YOU WANT CHOCOLATE CHIP. Well, I guess I do want chocolate chip, all of a sudden the thought of Blueberry turns my stomach.
Back on the topic of what’s his name, I suppose I could let Jessica take over for a little bit. Just long enough to get him back. Then again, I’ve seen what Jessica can do… I’m not sure what she’d do when she found them. She might find D.L as attractive as I do. Jessica, even at age eleven, showed an interest in good lookin brothers, and D.L is pretty tight. Oh, my muffins here! Shibby! With his prison work out body and that tight little… Now I’m getting a little hot and bothered just thinking about him. Too bad things haven’t been working out. If it wasn’t for that mind possessing mass murderer D.L, Micah, and I would all be one smug little family. Then again, if that happened I wouldn’t be here with this delicious chocolate chip muffin. Wait, didn’t I order blueberry? Hmm, I guess chocolate chip is ok. Blueberry next time though!