Billie Bob Taylor
We drove to this so called mysterious warehouse in a golf cart because even though I was willing to get into a car, I would only trust it once we were in Canada. I had no idea why, but I just trusted a different country would work out better for me with roads I did not know.
"I should have used the golf carts a long time ago," I smiled as I looked around whilst Benedito drove, "But I don't trust myself to drive anymore."
He looked at me and gave me a sad smile, "You'll be driving in no time. Trust me the people who hurt you will get what's coming to them."
"Like your parents?" I raised my eyebrow. He nodded. "What are you going to do to them?"
"Kill them," he answered nonchalantly.
"Benedito," I hissed, "that's a bit harsh."
"They wanted to kill you," he frowned, "an eye for an eye meu amor. No one lays a hand on you without losing their life."
