"Jamal now quickly attached a rope from his bound wrists under the couchlong ways and up the other side, connecting it to his ankles, stretchingRory o...ut tightly as he could barely squirm."Why are you doing this?" Cried Rory. "I am giving you no trouble.Please, I'll behave at dinner and then you can let me leave."Tashaonda now returned with a neck brace, slipping it around Kory's neckand pulling it tight."This is just for your own safety, and to prevent mistakes so you can'tsquirm," said Jamal.. "No not quite, I still like you though" was all she answered back. Charles felt horrible, he transferred to another school trying to get away from his past and now his best friend, or so he thought, was one of them trying to haunt him. He began tearing up from how stupid he felt for getting himself in this situation."Don't cry about it too much, Besides your still my bunny" said Bridget and handed him a tissue, "clean yourself up and get out." Bridget went to unhinge Charles's cuffs and sat up. But on Saturday night at ten I had to go to my room, denied watching Marshall Dillon, Doc, and Miss Kitty correct the evils of the old west, as written by some screenwriter. It was all fake, the blood, the conflict, the death, the life, it was all pretend. Yet it was too violent. I had the last laugh though, because the next day on Sunday morning, while standing outside of church, I’d overhear my Dad and his friends recounting in great detail last night’s adventures of Marshall Dillon, while. . He just said his parents got pissed on by somebody.”“I assume it was a man.”“You never know.”“It was so clotted with people that the pisser probably couldn’t reach a bathroom, was stupid drunk, I’d guess.”“It was New Year’s Eve...”“I wonder how it went down. Did the guy whip it out and start shooting, like a deranged killer, wantonly spraying down everyone?”“And packed in like sardines, there’d be nowhere to escape. You’d have to simply stand there and take it.”“Nowhere to run. Some freak,.