Callahan
Blood. Me on the cold, white marble floor. No. Not cold. But dark. Slippery like that night. Slipping in my own blood.
Someone calls my name but it's an echo.
"David sends his regards."
My uncle did this. My uncle slaughtered my family. Our family.
"Your wife is a dirty whore."
Not a virgin.
"Your wife is a dirty w***e. I may never have f****d her but let me tell you something. After seeing her take her Uncle Heathcliff's filthy d**k, I really couldn't get it up for her anymore. That's some nasty shit."
No, not a virgin.
I punished her for it.
She paid for it.
"It won't hurt as much."
It was her uncle who'd hurt her. What had my father said?
"You're blood. Never forget that blood matters, boys. "
Blood massacred my family.
Blood massacred hers. Blood violated her.
