The Wounds Within My Heart By James
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The Wounds Within My Heart
Chapter Eight
Nohea
I sat in Art Class that Tuesday afternoon. It was almost the end of the period, as well as the end of the school day. As I sat working on the project I chose, I thought back over the rest of mine and Pietro's day yesterday. It was truly amazing, and I would never forget it!
After Pietro and I awoke from our post-love-making nap, we showered and then dressed. Dad came home, and after he offered, we all went out to pick up Triston from school. When that was finished, we went and got food from our favorite burger place. We had decided to eat the food at home, but as we waited on our orders, the rain got increasingly heavy.
"Well, I guess we could eat here," Dad said turning his head to look behind him out the glass set in the doors.
"That does sound good," I said.
"Nice," Triston typed.
He didn't like getting wet from the rain, and I wondered momentarily as we stood in line, how he would do if we had to run back to the car with the rain slamming down.
Pietro agreed, and after letting the woman behind the counter know we wanted to eat there instead, she changed the order from take-out to eat-in. We went to find a table.
I slid into the booth, and Pietro got in beside me. Triston scooted into the booth across from us. He was right across from me, and Dad got in beside him. After we got our drinks, we talked about how everything was going.
Triston talked about how he got to use some of the colored clay his teacher kept in the class room. He always enjoyed that, especially the green-colored clay and I was happy that he got a chance to spend time with that. Dad said that things were going well, and then said that he was really glad to be finished with work for the day.
"I'm definitely glad to have you back with us again," I said.
"I'm really happy about that too," Triston added.
"Thanks," Dad said. "I'm really glad to be here with you guys as well. It's really nice to be done with work for the day."
"I'm sure it is," Pietro spoke up.
Our food arrived, and we started eating. At that point, I realized just how hungry I was. I thought to myself that sex really can give you an appetite afterwards. Pietro was really enjoying the food as well. He had ordered a Spicy Chicken Sandwich and Seasoned Fries. I got a bacon cheeseburger and the same fries as did Pietro. Dad and Triston both got regular cheeseburgers and fries, though Triston had just cheese on his burger. He absolutely hated burgers with the vegetables on them.
As we neared the end of our meal, Dad let us know that we could get dessert if we wanted it. I agreed, and so did Pietro and Triston. After Dad read off the menu to us, I decided on a Hot Fudge Sunday and Pietro got one as well, but substituted the vanilla ice cream with chocolate.
"Sounds like a chocolate over-load is in order," I said.
"Absolutely!" Pietro replied.
Triston got a piece of Key Lime Pie, and Dad decided on apple pie with ice cream.
We all really enjoyed our desserts, and I commented that if we decided on a place to just get dessert sometime, that this was the place for it. Dad and Triston agreed. Pietro said that he really loved the ice cream, and he agreed that it would be nice to get dessert from here again. After we finished up, Dad had us wait, and when he let us know that the rain was finished, we headed outside where we got back into the car.
Once back home, Pietro and I watched TV for a bit, then lay on my bed cuddling and talking. I told him that I really wanted to get him something in return for the necklace he got for me. He said that he was just glad to be with me, and I thanked him for saying that.
Soon it was time for Pietro to leave to go back home. Bryan and Amy arrived, and after I greeted them, I went back into my room. Pietro and I shared a long hug, and a gentle kiss.
"I really had an amazing time with you this weekend!" I said as Pietro and I held each other tightly.
"So did I," he replied. "Thank you for a really wonderful weekend, and for becoming my boyfriend!"
"You're welcome, and thank you," I answered. "I'm truly glad we're boyfriends, and also really happy that we're back in each other's lives again!"
"I'm really happy about that too!" he said.
Pietro and I walked out, and after saying goodbye to Bryan and Amy, I held the door for them. They exited, then I closed and locked the door. After returning to my room, I got a shower, then changed into my usual sleeping clothes. As I got my shirt on, I thought about how different it felt with Pietro being gone now. I knew that he was back home, but I still wished he could be there with me. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Triston tap on the door knob of my closed bedroom door. I called for him to come in. He did, and came over, sitting down on my bed beside me.
"It was really nice having Pietro here last night and part of today," Triston typed.
"Yeah, it definitely was, I agree," I said. "I'm really glad that you and him hit it off as good as you did."
"Me too, he's really nice," Triston responded.
"He truly is nice," I replied. "He's really the love of my life."
"I could tell just how much you guys really love each other," Triston said. "I really hope you guys are together forever."
"So do I," I answered.
Triston and I watched a couple of videos on YouTube. They were a couple of humor-based videos, which was nice since it was getting late and I wasn't really in the mood to watch anything heavy. After the second video ended, Triston let me know he wanted to go to bed now.
I walked with him into his room, and after Dad came in, they hugged and kissed good night. After Dad and I said good night to each other, Triston let me know he wanted me to stay with him until he fell asleep. He liked when I or Dad did that sometimes, and I agreed this time like all the others.
Once Triston got in bed, I rubbed his back after he put his shirt off to the side. That relaxed him even more, and once I finished with that, I turned off the over-head light. This left just his bedside lamp on.
I sat back down, then massaged both his legs and he was even more relaxed now. Moving down further, I massaged his right foot, then repeated it with his left foot. He was fully asleep at this point like he usually was when I did this. I was glad to see that my massaging worked now like all the other times, and after covering him up, I bent down and kissed his cheek. He was lying on his stomach with his head turned to the side on the pillow.
"I love you Triston, good night," I whispered then shut off the bedside lamp.
Returning back to my room, I got in bed and lay there for a moment. I reached over and picked up the box in which my new cross necklace rested. I took it out and felt it all over, totally loving it's feel, as well as the love behind it from Pietro. I then thought about how I really wanted to get a gift for the love of my life. I knew from earlier that he said that having me back with him was enough of a gift, but I still wanted to try anyway. After placing the necklace back in its box, I put it back on the table.
Just before I shut off the lamp, I thought of the perfect thing for Pietro. I thought some more about it, and I had the idea set in my mind. Smiling to myself, I turned off the lamp, and after getting back under the covers, I was asleep in seconds.
My thoughts returned to the present as I moved to dip the brush again. I had my sheet of paper with a special waxed string set down on the paper in the outline of what I was painting. I was putting my plan into action, and I really hoped that Pietro liked what I was creating for him.
Finally, I set the brush off to the side, then raised my hand.
"Yes Nohea, are you finished?" Mr. Carter, the Art Teacher asked, coming over to the side of my desk.
"Yeah, I'm finished with my painting," I replied. "I was hoping you could look it over for me."
We had finished with the main class work earlier, and so with that last 20 minutes, I wanted to work on my surprise for Pietro. Mr. Carter agreed to let me use the other bottles of paint and paper. It was good that he agreed.
"I'd be happy to look at it," he answered.
He bent down, and after a long moment, he stood up with his eyes returning to focus on me.
"You did a really good job," he said. "I'd definitely give you extra credit for it if this was an assignment."
"Thanks, I appreciate that," I answered. "I'm glad that it turned out really good."
"You're welcome, and I get the feeling that who ever you're going to be giving it to will really love it," he replied.
"Yeah, I hope they do as well," I said.
After the bell sounded, it was time to go home for the day. I carefully picked up the painting, and after making sure that it was in its protective folder, I gathered up the rest of my things. I said goodbye to Mr. Carter, then went to wait for Dad to pick me up.
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Barb Wilson set down the phone after sending the text. She waited, then thought about her plan. She had a lot of time to think since Nohea had been out of the house. She was continuing to drink heavily, and so was Ray. It wasn't enough to keep them from functioning, but they definitely had few nights at home that were sobor.
Over the last several weeks that Nohea was with David, she was ordered by David's attorney to pay money for Nohea. David didn't need the money by any means, but as he had told her the last time they talked, he would be damned if she was going to neglect her financial responsibilities towards Nohea. This conversation took place right after Nohea got to David's house. It happened when Nohea was preoccupied in another part of the house, and David definitely let his feelings be known. Barb agreed to send money to David, and it definitely cut into her alcohol budget. It also kept her from affording the extremely expensive jewelry she loved so much. Add in the lavish dinner parties she could hardly afford now, and she was definitely pissed as hell at David. She was also still disgusted by how Nohea turned out, and so was Ray. It truly effected their image as a successful couple, and keeping up their image was really what it was all about.
Finally, within the last couple of weeks, Barb had formulated a plan. It was a plan that would ensure that she could get revenge on David, as well as make Nohea become normal. By normal, Barb meant that she wanted Nohea to be straight, and not a disgusting Fag. The Blindness was one thing that she could over look. Though a pain in the ass to deal with, she knew that Nohea hadn't chosen it. The thing about him liking to take it up the ass however, that was different. She knew that freaks like that chose that fucked up life style, and as far as she was concerned, they deserved what they got. Maybe other people were fine with AIDS-infected Fags running around, but she wasn't about to go through that with Nohea. She had enough to deal with where his Blindness was concerned. She wasn't going to deal with all that came with AIDS should Nohea continue to live as he was.
There wasn't any religious aspect to any of Barb's hate for LGBT people, nor was it like that for Ray. For her and Ray, it was about the fact that there was just the natural order of things, and for the two of them, Fags weren't a part of their world. Barb kept this in mind as her phone sounded with an in-coming text. She read the message, then smiled. The plan was set.
Over the last couple of weeks as Barb thought about how to deal with Nohea, she talked it over with Ray. Ray had told her about places that could cure kids of any LGBT orientation they had. One of the centers was in Utah. As she and Ray talked about it further, Barb decided to put the plan in motion.
Once he was back with her and Ray, they would call the center, and after paying them what they asked for, they would have the teen transport service come and take Nohea to the center they had in mind. Barb and Ray loved how the center had a no non-sense attitude, as well as a deep devotion to hard work needed for making boys into men. This was just the place for the little Fag Bastard as far as Barb was concerned.
Barb read the text again, and then replied to it. Everything was now set. She then opened the phone app on the device and pulled up Ray's number. After tapping on the call button, she waited for the call to go through.
"It's me," she said. "It's all set. "Jerry and Paul will be at Nohea's house this up-coming Friday. I can't wait to see the look on David's face when he sees what I have in store for him."
Ray congratulated her, then they ended the call. Looking out the window at that sunny Tuesday afternoon, Barb smiled to herself.
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Nohea
Once back home, I called Alex. He came over, and I let him see the painting that I made in Art Class. I had let him and Chelsey know about how Pietro was back in my life. I told them at one point over the weekend, and they were really happy for me! Now I could show Alex what I made for the love of my life.
"You did a really nice job on it," Alex said holding it and looking really closely at it.
I was glad to see that he was taking quite some time as he was with examining it. I was also really happy to hear how much he truly liked it!
"I'm glad you're so impressed with it," I said.
"I think Pietro will really love it," Alex said setting it back in its folder and handing it back to me.
I thanked him then went into my bedroom with Alex following behind. After putting it in one of the drawers of my desk, I texted Pietro asking when he would be available to get together.
I sat down the phone, then went over to the edge of my bed, sitting down. Alex joined me, and he asked if I was going to text Chelsey so she could see the painting. I let him know that I had done so when he was on his way over. I was waiting on her to get back to me. Just as I finished speaking my phone chimed. I checked it, and it was Chelsey. She said she could come over, and I let her know that Alex and I would be waiting on her.
Chelsey arrived a few minutes later, and I let her see the painting.
"It's really lovely!" she announced. "I think Pietro will really love it."
"Thanks, me too," I said.
Pietro got back to me a little while later. Alex and Chelsey had to leave after a little while to get stuff done concerning various homework assignments they had. I was finishing up my own homework when my phone sounded. I checked the text from the love of my life, and smiled. He said he could come over after dinner. I texted Dad and he said it was alright for him to come by.
After dinner, there was a knock at the door. I made sure it was Pietro, then let him in. We hugged, then he said hi to Dad and Triston. Once back in my room, we shared a long and warm kiss as well as an equally long hug.
"I really missed you today," I said resting my head against his chest.
"I missed you too," Pietro replied stroking my hair as he held me.
We separated then, and I moved over to my desk.
"I have something for you," I said. "I know you said I didn't have to get you anything, but I still wanted to do something special for you."
"Thanks, that really means a lot," he said coming over to stand beside me.
I retrieved the painting still in its folder, and I held it out for him.
"This is for you," I said.
We went over to my bed, and after sitting down on the edge of it, Pietro opened the folder. He looked at it for a long time.
The painting I did was of Pietro and I sitting beside each other with our arms around one another. We had our heads close together with smiles on our faces.
"This is so beautiful and really lovely Nohea," Pietro said.
He put the painting on the bedside table, and we hugged for a long moment. I kissed him softly on the lips, then held him tightly.
"I'm really glad that you like it," I said. "I truly wanted to make something for you that would be really amazing and very special."
You did a really fantastic job with that," he replied as we sat back down. "I'll always treasure it!"
"Thanks, and I'll always treasure you and the necklace you got for me!" I said.
"I love you Nohea," he said.
"I love you too Pietro," I replied.
Eventually Pietro returned home. I sat in the living room watching TV with Dad and Triston, which was really nice. We watched until 9:00 P.M., then Triston and Dad said goodnight to me. I hugged and kissed both of them, then got into bed myself. It had been a really nice day!
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That Friday morning, Barb Wilson checked over the plan one final time. Everything was set, and the abduction would take place from Nohea's house the next day in the early morning hours. Specifically, it would take place around 2:00 A.M. After she sat down her phone, Barb smiled to herself. She would have her disgusting son back with her and back within the natural order of things soon enough. She did make one adjustment to the plan. She decided the day before that rather than have Jerry and Paul send him back to her first, she'd have them take him right to the center. She'd see him at some point. The important thing though was that she got Nohea to that place first and foremost.
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Nohea
That Friday night I said goodnight to Triston and Dad. We had made dinner at home, and Pietro came over for the weekend. I was glad to have him there. He and I cuddled while watching TV, then after we showered, we got into bed.
We decided to just fall asleep without any sex. School had been a long experience that day, and unfortunately, we had an hour-and-a half of homework to complete once back home. When I snuggled into bed, I cuddled up to Pietro. He took me in his arms after shutting off the bedside lamp. He made the sign against my heart declaring his love for me once again. I returned the sign, then rested my head on his chest. Feeling my eyelids grow even more heavy, I felt myself falling into sleep very quickly.
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Pietro
I awoke suddenly, feeling afraid. I wasn't sure what had awoken me, but I was wide awake all the same! I gently moved Nohea onto his back then sat up. I listened, then looked intently around the room. Everything was the same, but I heard something in the distance. It was the front door unlocking. That was weird, for I knew that no one except David had the key. Beth, his sister, never let herself in with the spare key. I got up out of bed, and after going into the room that served as David's home office, I looked around. I knew he kept a couple of extremely lethal knives around for protection as well as a gun. He told us about it when we were talking about hunting when we first met. That's when he said that he kept a gun, but just for protection.
Going over to his desk, I found the third drawer which was locked with a key. I found the key in one of the cabinets on his desk. Unlocking the drawer, I got the gun. I checked it, finding it to be loaded. Chambering a round, I listened for a moment. Footsteps were going in the direction of the hall.
I moved as silently into the hallway as I could, and after turning on the hall light, I could see two men standing in the doorway. They looked like linebackers, and they were both dressed in all black.
"Put the gun down," the first man said in a whisper. "We're not here for you."
"Shit!" the second guy whispered harshly. "God damn it! Barb didn't say anything about the little Fag having company!"
"Shut up Paul," the first man whispered back just as sharply. "We'll deal with him!"
"Like hell you will," I suddenly heard Dave's voice behind me.
I heard a loud sound behind me, and I knew it was a gun being cocked. It sounded like a shot gun.
"On your knees both of you," David said to them.
I never heard a voice with so much coldness, rage and hate.
"If you resist, I won't bother with my gun," David went on. "I have a couple of knives I keep for protection. Just one slight press to the skin and you'll be spilling your disgusting guts all over my fucking floor! Now do as you're fucking told! Pietro, give me the gun. I have these two sick Cunts."
I paused for a moment, then turned with my head still aimed in their direction. Handing David the gun, I waited to see what would happen next.
"Go back in your and Nohea's room," David went on. "No, wait. Get Nohea and take him into Triston's room. Close the door and lock it."
I did so, and it didn't take me long. Nohea was waking up as I returned to our room, and I motioned for him to get out of bed. I quickly explained on my device. Unfortunately, I was typing so quickly that much of it was misspelled, but he got the idea.
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"On your feet, both of you," David said in that low murderous tone.
"We won't say anything," the second guy named Paul said sounding close to tears.
"You fucking got that right," David replied.
"So, you're Paul, now what's Cunt Number One's name there next to you?" he asked.
"I'm Jerry," the first man said hatefully.
"Well, Paul and Jerry I'm the man who's going to make the two of you little shit bags pay for trying to do whatever the fuck it is you had planned," David said raising the shot gun. "Turn the fuck around now. Start walking."
Paul and Jerry did so, and David walked them outside. He forced them at gunpoint into their van, and after duct taping them to the back seat, David searched them, then the rest of the van. What he found horrified him.
There was a caged area in the back, as well as a bed with straps for the arms and legs. A small toilet was next to it, then as he looked around, he found rope, more duct tape and two shock devices. David felt a far more burning hot rage take hold of him. David went up to the front of the van, and after shutting the door he found the keys still in the ignition. Starting up the van, he pulled out of the driveway.
"We're not going far," David said. "Look around boys, because this is the last fucking view you're ever going to have."
David stopped at an extremely isolated area of the woods, and after he shut off the van, he went back into the back of it. After removing the tape from Jerry and Paul's wrists and ankles he moved them into the area of the back where the small cage was. Once he had them sitting on the floor across from each other, he restrained them once more.
After taking one of the shock collars from where he'd seen them, David placed it around Jerry's neck. He did the same with the second one for Paul, then after activating the remote, he looked at Jerry.
"You strike me as a tough guy," he said. "Don't worry though. I'll fix that here very soon. Now, why did you break into my home. What do you want?"
"Fuck you Fag!" Jerry said looking right at David.
"Wrong answer Mother Fucker," David said through clenched teeth. "One, no one calls me a fucking Fag and lives a happy life afterwards. Two, I don't put up with Cock Suckers who try and fuck with my family."
He pressed the button, and a 10 second zap of electricity shot through Jerry's body.
"God Damn it!" he screamed. "You Mother Fucking Cock Sucking Fag!"
David hit the button again. Another zap, and Jerry screamed again.
"Fuck you!" he screamed once his body relaxed.
"Why were you here at my house," David asked still in that cold hateful tone.
"Go to Hell!" Jerry screamed.
A third zap, and Jerry screamed again. His bladder had let go at this point, but he still held on.
Fuck this," David said turning to the side and to face Paul.
Paul was sobbing, and begging David not to shock him.
"Why? Wasn't this what you were prepared to do to my boy, and for all I know my younger son and Nohea's friend?"
I'll tell you everything!" Paul sobbed.
"Yes, you will," David said.
"Shut up Paul!" Jerry said.
David whipped around and gave Jerry a longer shock.
Looking around again, David found an ice chest with several bottles of water in it.
"Either of you thirsty?" David asked opening the chest.
"Fuck you," Jerry said.
"I could use a water," Paul gasped attempting to hold back more tears.
"Okay," David said softening his tone a little more.
Once he had the bottle out of the chest and opened, he came back to where Paul sat. David freed one of Paul's hands, and handed the bottle to him. Paul drank deeply for a moment, then waited. David had his phone out texting someone, then he put the phone off to the side.
"Start talking," David said much more nicely now.
"It was all Jerry!" Paul said half sobbing. "Jerry made me go along. I didn't want to do it, but he told me he'd kill me if I didn't go along."
"Go along with what?" David asked.
Paul gasped, and tried to speak.
"It's alright," David said. "You just got mixed up in something, but I'm sure you're basically a good guy."
"Jerry made me, but it was all her!" Paul said sobbing again and wiping his eyes once sitting down the bottle of water. "She said she wanted him back, Nohea I mean! She wanted him back with her to get him straight!"
"Who's she?" David asked.
"Barb. Barb Wilson!" Paul replied. "You know, Nohea's mom!"
"I know exactly who she is," David answered. "What else?"
"We were here to take him to a place in the state of Utah where the center is that would cure him of being gay! It was the Love for All Center! It was Barb and Jerry! They got me involved, but I didn't want to do it!"
"It's alright," David said. "I completely understand. I understand everything, absolutely. You're a good guy Paul."
"Thanks!" Paul said drying his eyes again.
"How's that water, you sure you don't want a Coke from the house?" David asked.
"No, the water's fine," Paul said then took a huge drink of it.
At that point, David's face hardened, and a murderous smile appeared on his lips.
"Because that sugarless Mother Fucker is the last fucking drink you're ever going to have," he said quietly but coldly.
"Oh god, no!" Paul screamed as he began sobbing once again. "Mommy! Help me!"
David fired the gun several times. It was the gun he got Pietro to give back to him. One shot slammed into Paul's chest, ripping apart his lungs. Another shot tore his heart to shreds and two other shots entered his abdomen, blasting open his intestines. A fifth shot sliced apart his Abdominal Aorta. David raised the gun to Paul's head and fired one last time.
David then turned to Jerry who looked terrified, but still was trying to keep his composure.
"Paul mentioned the state of Utah," David said. "Is that where the two of you are from?"
"Yes," Jerry said softly.
"You two Mormon?" David asked stepping over to Jerry and undoing his restraints.
"We both are, born and raised as such," Jerry said as David forced him to his feet.
He dragged him out of the van, and deeper into the woods. After forcing Jerry down on his knees, David retrieved a knife he found in one of the pockets of Jerry's pants when he restrained him the first time.
"I'm guessing you know a hell of a lot about the Mormon Church, don't you?" David asked.
"A good deal of it," Jerry replied.
"Then I'm sure you know about Brigham Young," David said. "He of course became the second leader of the church after Joseph Smith was killed. Anyway, Young talked about something called Blood Atonement."
"He did," Jerry said shaking now.
"Tell me, just so I have it right," David said. "What is Blood Atonement?"
"It's, it's uh, it's where Young believed that some sins were so horrible that even the blood of Jesus couldn't forgive a person and make them completely clean," Jerry said feeling his mouth go dry.
"And?" David encouraged.
"And uh, the sinner's own blood has to be spilled in order to make full atonement," Jerry went on.
"Good, you got it right," David said, then with lightning speed he reached forward.
Grabbing Jerry's head by his hair, David yanked it back to the breaking point! With equally as quick speed, he yanked the knife across Jerry's throat from ear-to-ear! Blood flowed hotly and heavily down his shirt! The blood looked almost black in the darkened sky, and David leaned close to Jerry's ear.
"Tell Joseph Smith, Brigham Young and John D. Lee down in Hell that I said hi, you sick Fuck!" he whispered harshly.
Jerry struggled to speak, but blood gushed from his mouth, and he jerked violently once, twice then a third time. Finally, he fell limp, and David let him fall. Jerry fell on his side, and David looked down at him with hate and disgust. Reaching out with his booted foot, he kicked Jerry in the ribs, savagely smashing in several of them.
David then moved over to a tree that contained several large leaves. He ripped them off and wiped the blood from his hand and arm on them. Pulling out his phone, he texted a number, then the phone vibrated as a call came in.
"It's me," David said into the phone. "I got two bags of trash you need to come and pick up. Dispose of them quickly, and do it now."
David put the phone back in his pocket, and then left to return to the house. In the van earlier, he had texted Beth to have her come over to the house. He had seen her text a moment ago, letting him know that she gotten there almost ten minutes ago. He was truly grateful. His thoughts now turned to Barb and Ray Wilson. Clearly they were a threat, and he would deal with them soon enough.
Author's Notes
I'm sure none of you saw that coming. I figured that I'd have Barb and Ray Wilson show up again at some point to make trouble for David, Nohea and their other friends. I decided to have that happen in this chapter, and I hope you guys like how it was dealt with. Yes, before anyone asks the scene where David kills Paul was one I got from the TV series, The Sopranos. In all seriousness though, you all can see just how far David would go to protect his family.
In the next chapter, I'll be dealing with Barb and Ray Wilson, and I hope you all like how I take care of them. Nohea will have to deal with knowing that his own mother attempted to kidnap him, and of course Pietro and everyone else will be there for him. I hope you like how all that turns out.
All that being said, I hope you guys are having a good evening. I'll see everyone in Chapter Nine.