AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th

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     “Maybe, that’s for the best,”  was
all Pee Wee said.                      
     He  misunderstood, but I didn’t   
argue. I opened the door, and said,    
“Maybe, you’re right,” and then left.  
     I’ve lost many other friends since
then for the same reason, but that was 
the worst.                             
     As I walked down the street, I    
remembered all those times we tried to 
outdo each other, and laughing about it
afterwards, and I couldn’t stop myself.
     I was crying and couldn’t stop.   
This was in so many ways worse than    
what the Darkness did, but I still de- 
served it. Scratches was dead, and she 
could never feel anything  ever  again.
Why should I ever be able to feel good 
again?                                 
     It was raining, and that just     
seemed perfect.                        
     A car drove by and drenched me    
head to foot, and that made it even    
more perfect.                          
     A strong wind picked up, and that 
actually woke me from my drowning dream
of self-pity.                          
     What the hell was I going to do?  
     I actually left to go buy a car,  
but like an idiot, didn’t realize it   
was past nine. How was I gonna buy a   
car at this time of night?             
     As the wind got stronger, I bun-  
dled up tight and wanted to go back,   
but I couldn’t. I couldn’t face Pee Wee
again.                                 
     I’d see Pee Wee now and again, be-
cause he still worked at the Initiative
group, but we really never connected   
again, until one fateful day in the    
library, almost six years later.       
     More on that later.               
     Anyway, I was headed towards the  
nearest motel, and it was still rain-  
ing, and I kept walking. I was about a 
mile away, when I saw a coffee shop,   
and once I got inside, I didn’t feel so
down in the dumps anymore.             
     I bought a coffee, newspaper and  
started my search.                     
     First a car, then somewhere to    
live, a good job, and then a good      
night’s sleep.                         
     I found a car fast. It was an old 
1969 Nova going for two grand. I almost
had that much in savings, and that     
reminded me about my trust fund.       



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CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th
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