Page 106 of Crybaby

“Oh, look, here’s your date now!” I exclaim with a smile.

Carson pivots to see Buckets’s stiff body being steered by the ankles toward him. Rev lumps him over Carson’s legs, which helps to pin him down.

“Aw, look at the sweet couple. I should makeyouchoke on his dead dick for what you did to me!”

Carson looks at me in horrorand madly wriggles to get himself free of the rancid corpse.

“Don’t treat your friends like that,” I mock, and Rev looks down at me, frowning.

He sees how I’ve lost my mind. But he doesn’t judge. Another reason I love him.

“It’s time to bounce.” He’s got a look on his face that says we have no time to waste on torture tactics.

I’ve always hated funerals. Ever since my parents had one. All my tears just stayed trapped in my brain. Cry, dammit. Everyone wants you to cry. Everyone stared at me because I didn’t. Sometimes, the greatest pain can’t be released. It stays trapped in your system to fester and rot away at your organs, turning itself into cancer and cysts. Turning itself into murderous tendencies.

Those boys had no idea who they were dealing with when they picked me. Carson had no idea. But now, he’s going to find out.

We drag the assholes outside one at a time until my arms feel like they may break off. I suddenly have sympathy for Buckets losing his arm. Must’ve sucked dying like that. I do wonder what happened.

Maybe if we’d let Granny out, she could’ve called an ambulance. So really, it’s her fault.

Who am I kidding? This is all on us.

“Dig,” Rev says, pointing the borrowed shotgun at Carson’s head.“Time to bury your BFF.”

I love that in the face of something so fucked up, he’s making jokes. It doesn’t make me feel so messed up.

Carson struggles to his feet and attempts to dig into the hard dirt with cuffs on his hands. “Fuck you,” he mutters under his breath.

“Take ’em off,” I say to Rev and take the shotgun off him to hold it on Carson while he removes the cuffs.

The moment he’s free, he punches Rev in the face. The crunch is intense, and when blood begins to pour from his mouth, it’s evident the punch was as brutal as it looked.

“Motherfucker!” I yell and spin around quickly, shooting the gun right through the windshield of the truck Granny is locked in.

Carson ducks down and puts his hands over his ears.

“I’ll shoot all of you if I have to!” I warn and point the gun back at Carson.

Rev wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, it coming away with blood. “Well, look who grew a pair. You still hit like a little bitch, though.”

Carson jumps to his feet, ready to rip off Rev’s head, but I wave the shotgun in warning. He bares his teeth, and Rev bursts into laughter.

“My, my, what big teeth you have,” Rev mocks, placing the back of his hand over his forehead, faking horror. “Although, I think you’re missing one.”

Rev turns to me and nods proudly. “That’s my girl.”

“You’re both fucking crazy,” Carson says, looking back and forth between us.

Rev deadpans him. “Thanks, Dr. Phil, but no one asked for your opinion. The lady told you to dig…so, motherfucker, start digging.”

Carson knows he’s fucked.

He starts digging like a good boy, but my God, it feels like an eternity. If only Buckets could help. Although, with one arm, that would be a shit-fest too.

Rev whistles “Patience” by Guns N’ Roses while I yawn because this is taking all fucking day.

By the time the grave is long enough and deep enough for a body, we decide to just roll the ole boy in there.

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