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.

“I-I-I…”

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?”

“I-I-I…”

Richard hits him again, “I DON’T WANT YOU TO ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION, IT WOULDN’T MAKE SENSE NOW, WOULD IT?”