Chapter 202

• As if they were all taken from a movie, the two patrol cars park behind my father's car. The lights from the headlights blind me at times, so I have to place my hand above my head to cover my eyes a bit.
• I stand up, wishing they don't kill me and praying to the Holy Spirit that I don't die at such a young age.
• Almost synchronously, Damian and Emma get out of the car slamming the door and see, speechless, the mess among the dead from an endless party. Bodies on the lawn, bottles, plastic cups strewn about, toilet paper surrounding the stair railings, and the deafening music mixing with the air of tobacco and marijuana.