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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     That day, they took the car.      
     Now I wish they hadn’t, but they  
were on their way into town, and they  
only stopped by to see if I wanted to  
come over later, have some chicken, and
watch a movie with them.               
     “We’ll be right back,” was the    
last thing my Mom said before they     
left.                                  
     Four hours later, they still      
hadn’t come back.                      
     The rest of that night, after they
left, is a blur to me, and also the    
rest of the month. I remember answering
the door, a lot of people staying with 
me, then going to a funeral, and I also
remember crying more than I’ve ever    
cried in my life, but that’s it.       
     The rest is just a fucking blur.  
     I still don’t even know how they  
died, except that it was a car crash,  
and to be honest, I really don’t want  
to know. Maybe someday, but not today. 
     I do know one thing for sure. If  
they hadn’t stopped by to see me,      
they’d still be alive. It was all my   
fault. I killed them.                  
     And as if that ain’t enough, I’ve 
also wondered about what happened dur- 
ing all that time my memory was gone.  
What if somehow, I stole a car, fol-   
lowed them and really did kill them?   
     I can’t even laugh at that one.   
     Someone even told me later, that  
while they were shoveling dirt on top, 
I jumped into my Mom’s grave and tried 
to open the lid. When I couldn’t do    
that, I started pounding on it, and    
screaming that it was all my fault. I  
should be dead, not her.               
     By the time they dragged me out, I
was crying and pleading with her,      
“Please Mommy, please, you promised."  
     I screamed that last part so loud,
that it startled the guys who were     
trying to pull me out, and they almost 
dropped me back in.                    
     I don’t remember any of that.     
     It took me two years before I was 
even able to smile again, and that’s   
only because of something that I remem-
bered my Mom telling me.               
     “Honesty is worth more than all   
the money in the world,” she said and  
laughed, “Of course, too much honesty, 
can get you into trouble too.”         
     That one’s for you Doc, and you   
too Beth.                              
     Anyway,  during most of those two 
years, I just went through the motions.



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