What are we gonna do about jack? We gotta get help for Jack. Jack is in trouble again.
Goddamnmotherfuckingsonofabitch
Sitting on my bed, I thank goodness he is not my biological brother. Earth and moon and sun align when Jack comes home. Apocalypse in suburbia and mother lost her head again. Oh what are we to do?
Father fixed the problem with the bruises on his fists mother fixed the problem when she fixed herself a drink. And the rest just sit in silence in our rooms and wonder if Jack will snap before Daddy does.
Jack tried to smother Baby when Jack was only five. Jack held a knife to my throat when he was only six
Eyes are the window to the soul* they say I watched his darken into a sable void before his 10th birthday.