Fallout (Crank 3)

“Is that what you wanted

to tell me? Because it’s not

good enough. You forced

yourself on her when she

said no and that’s rape.”

His turn to shake his head.

Like I said, I don’t take pride

in it, or in much of my life

at that time. I did drugs.

Did girls. Stole. Cheated.

Lied. The reason I joined

the army? A judge gave me

the choice—military or a long

time in jail. I’m glad now.

I got clean. Disciplined. Did

my time and went back, hoping

to maybe make up for before.

I WANT TO KEEP HATING HIM

But he sounds

reasonable

honest

apologetic.

I want to keep blaming him.

But somehow I

believe him

relate to him

almost forgive him.

I want to keep berating him.

But words don’t

make sense