CONNOR/ KADE HAWKINS
PRESENT DAY
“I’LL ALWAYS BE your friend. You made Aunt Tina proud. Your dad is proud”
The five-year-old me stared at the ginger haired woman. Her hair wasn’t honey blonde, that was fake just like her words. Just like her fucking affection for me.
Did you know how human flesh smelled like when subjected to a fiery furnace? Did you know how humans screamed when life ebbed out of their bodies?
Ask me and I would tell you.
The smell of human flesh was nowhere near that of a chicken’s or a pig’s. No, burning flesh smelled like death, had the kind of tang that brought tears to your eyes and made you want to fucking puke your guts out.
The screams of a dying man? My father—the rotting bastard—might have stashed me away in a helicopter that day but every day, every damn night, I could see the flames.
