AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th

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     Like I explained earlier, back    
then, I liked my fantasies, and that’s 
the real reason I didn’t say anything  
when my Dad got home, or afterwards.   
     At that age, I figured I could    
pretend I wasn’t having them, and in   
that way, I could still have them.     
     What no one knew, couldn’t hurt   
them, or me. It just never occurred to 
me how much of a lie that was gonna    
turn into, and the slippery slope I was
headed down because of it.             
     I was waiting nervously in the    
living room, watching TV, when Daddy   
came home and gave me a thumbs-up. He  
put his coat away and went to go see   
Mommy in the kitchen.                  
     A minute later, they went into the
library and closed the door. A little  
after that, he screamed, “What?!” and  
that’s when my fantasy world went      
crazy, and  I started looking for a    
place to hide.                         
     Before I could do that, he opened 
the door and smiled, “Come here, buddy.
We want to talk to you.”               
     I think he saw the worried look on
my face, and that’s why he added,      
“Don’t worry. You’re not in any trou-  
ble. We just want to talk to you about 
what you said to your Mother.”         
     Except for Santa and a whole slew 
of other fake characters like the Eas- 
ter Bunny, and oh yeah, where Memere   
and Pepere went when they died, my par-
ents always talked things over with me 
like an adult, and not like a kid.     
     I got to ask questions, say things
in my defense, and sometimes, I’d even 
be able to change their minds about    
something.                             
     This time, I just listened and    
didn’t get to say a thing, not that I  
really wanted to.                      
     First, they sat me down and tried 
to explain, in detail, why what I said 
was a bad thing. A very, very bad      
thing. Ending with Daddy telling me,   
“It’s like you wished Mommy would leave
us, or even worse, that she’d die.”    
     I remember my reaction to that as 
clear as a ringing bell, because that’s
not what I wanted at all. Shit like    
that was going through my head all the 
time. It was like a TV set was always  
on up there, playing some of the best  
and worst horror movies of all time,   
but that didn’t mean I wanted my Mommy 
to leave or die.                       



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