I’m surprised my hands don’t shake as I stroke his back, but my insides do. They shake and scream and cry over little Sammy and what he had to endure. I can’t fathom how he could grow up to be such an amazing guy with that kind of upbringing.
“The guy, whoever he was, wanted Laura to stop whoring around and be with him,” Sammy continues. “He would take care of her and us, he said. She just laughed. Loud and cackling, and I remember thinking she sounded like a witch. She refused, and he screamed that he loved her and asked if that meant nothing to her. And she…cackled that weird laughter and shouted back. ‘Love? Why the fuck would I want love? All love ever got me was a broken heart and two stupid fucking brats that destroyed my fucking life.’”
My mouth opens and closes several times, and I swallow big gulps of air to stop the rage burning in my chest from lighting me on fire from within. “I’m gonna kill her,” I growl between clenched teeth.