No One's There

Woke up to a to a frantic phone message from Candace this morning. After her ex-brother-in-law left the hospital yesterday it decided to press charges. The police have already visited her and now they're looking for me. Unbelievable. Even a known abusive piece of shit alcoholic that gets their just desserts can hide behind the law. I should be outraged at all parties involved in this unfortunate turn of events, but I know I'm to blame. It's my fault for losing sight of what's important and mingling amongst the cattle when I should have slaughtered them long ago. I let my physical attraction to Candace cloud my better judgment. And now it would appear I'm going to have to face some consequences for that.