Sawyer nodded when she didn't answer, automatically assuming he'd hit the nail on the head with one or both of the options. Taking the bottle back from her, he downed three or four huge gulps of whiskey, wiping his mouth off on his sleeve before handing it back to her.
He ashed his cigarette in the fake grass.
"When I was kid, my daddy killed my mom right in front of me. I was in my room with my mom and dad was downstairs, outside, tryin' to get in. He beat in the front door. Then my mom left to take care of it and he beat on her for a while before he finally got pissed off enough that he shot her in the chest with a twelve-gauge shot gun," Sawyer paused to take a drag of his cigarette.
"Then he came up to my room, lookin' for me. I'd hid under the bed and he was drunk--even layin' on the floor I could smell the alcohol on him--so he didn't even think to look for me there. Then he sat down on my bed, put the barrel in his mouth, and blew his brains out."
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He ashed his cigarette in the fake grass.
"When I was kid, my daddy killed my mom right in front of me. I was in my room with my mom and dad was downstairs, outside, tryin' to get in. He beat in the front door. Then my mom left to take care of it and he beat on her for a while before he finally got pissed off enough that he shot her in the chest with a twelve-gauge shot gun," Sawyer paused to take a drag of his cigarette.
"Then he came up to my room, lookin' for me. I'd hid under the bed and he was drunk--even layin' on the floor I could smell the alcohol on him--so he didn't even think to look for me there. Then he sat down on my bed, put the barrel in his mouth, and blew his brains out."