To Run Away From Your Own Lies
“T-T-Thank you,” Syler stammers through trembling lips. “T-T-Th…”
“DON’T SAY ANOTHER WORD!” Richard bellows, as he casts a stony glare down at Syler. “J-JUST BE FUCKING QUIET FOR THE NEXT TEN MINUTES!”
Seconds quickly pass into minutes as the two gather themselves silently together and climb back into the car.
Richard throws a thunderous left hook into Syler’s jaw, followed by another into his stomach.
“WHAT PART OF SHUTTING THE FUCK UP DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?”
Richard hits him again, “I DON’T WANT YOU TO ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION, IT WOULDN’T MAKE SENSE NOW, WOULD IT?”