Murphy just let it all come. He rested his head on Gabe's shoulder as the sobs turned to heavy breathing and his shaking tapered off just to trembling. He felt as though he were full of forces that were fighting to get out of him.
"I killed a man." The words were spoken quietly, desperately. But he had to say it. He'd learned the lesson, but he hadn't faced it. Not really. Not in a way that he understood or could quantify. Revenge was bad, yes, and he'd sullied the memory of Charlie...
But he hadn't dealt with the simple fact that he'd taken another human being's life.
The words just came tumbling out, ragged and halting but painfully honest.
"I...I made a deal with the devil. So I could kill a man. So I could be alone with him and no one would ever find out it was me and I could kill him. I beat him with a bat. And then...it broke. And he wasn't dead so I used a knife. But I...it got stuck. In his shoulder. And he was screaming and crying and begging me not to and I...I just started beating him...."
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"I killed a man." The words were spoken quietly, desperately. But he had to say it. He'd learned the lesson, but he hadn't faced it. Not really. Not in a way that he understood or could quantify. Revenge was bad, yes, and he'd sullied the memory of Charlie...
But he hadn't dealt with the simple fact that he'd taken another human being's life.
The words just came tumbling out, ragged and halting but painfully honest.
"I...I made a deal with the devil. So I could kill a man. So I could be alone with him and no one would ever find out it was me and I could kill him. I beat him with a bat. And then...it broke. And he wasn't dead so I used a knife. But I...it got stuck. In his shoulder. And he was screaming and crying and begging me not to and I...I just started beating him...."