Another piece of the new, untitled, unedited writing…tentatively titled Caleb…

In all the backstory, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Caleb, Caleb Bonds the Third. Who I am isn’t important? What happened, and why I went on this killing spree are the questions people will ask for years to come. 

It is my hope that as you read this you come to understand I had no choice. I know, even as I write this, I know I won’t survive the outcome. 

Still, people deserve to know the truth. 

The Carlton’s are evil. They’re not Hitler nor are they Nazis. They’re everyday people consumed with unchecked greed and lust. I would have left them alone if they had done the same by me. They didn’t. Instead, they chose to mess around, and it is high time they found out why you don’t go messing around with people.

Assaulting my daughter was the last straw. 

I’ve been a lot of things in my life, some good and some bad, but of it all only one thing went right. I became a father for the first time on a hot summer day in 2005. I’d never seen a gray baby before, but I couldn’t have been prouder of mine. After the doctor swatted her bottom and her lungs kicked in, followed by a bellowing yell, they cleaned her up and I got a good luck at the human life I helped create. 

She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. In the years that followed, my daughter and I grew close. When things didn’t work out between her mother and I, we grew even closer. 

Ashley represented the one good thing I had left in my life. She kept me from eating a bullet. I couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing her, so I kept plugging away at my horrible, no-good life. 

When I moved home to Mississippi, I figured we’d drift apart. After all, if you’re out of sight, most times you’re out of mind. I dreaded it. But our relationship didn’t fall through the cracks. 

She moved to Mississippi following her graduation from high school. I had a spare bedroom in my cabin, and I welcomed Ashley home in January. 

Things were fine until the Carlton’s got involved.

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