Frailty Page #4

Butthole!

I wanted to run away...

far away, but

I still couldn't leave Adam,

no matter how crazy Dad was turning.

Besides, there was nowhere to go.

-Finally gave up, huh, kiddo?

-I'll be there again in the morning.

Come on,

I didn't mean it like that.

I don't want

to fight with you, son.

I'm not doing this to hurt you.

Wish you could understand that.

What's the matter with you?

-Nothing.

-Let me see your hands.

-They're fine.

-Let me see them.

Didn't you wear gloves today?

I didn't need them. I'm fine.

Here.

Help ease the pain.

I said I was fine.

I know you're mad at me but that's

no reason to cause yourself pain.

I got an extra pair

of work gloves in the shed.

I want you to use

these from now on.

It won't do you any good now that

you've wrecked your hands, but

a couple of days

and you'll be fine.

I want you to know

I'm proud of you.

And I know God's

proud of you too.

Take some time off and let

those blisters callous over.

Then you can get

back to it, all right?

Well, good night then.

Come on, tiger.

Bedtime.

Fenton gets to stay up.

Please, Dad?

Come on.

Brush your teeth. I'll be in

to say goodnight in a minute.

I kept digging.

My hands bled,

but I wouldn't stop.

I kept at it morning,

noon and night for 5 days.

And by the sixth day,

that hole was as dark

as my hatred for Dad's God.

Well, you finished it all right.

Betcha you didn't pray once

the whole time, did you?

Nope.

We started the cellar after that.

At least that's

what Dad called it.

But I knew better.

We were building

a dungeon down there.

We basically built

a big wooden box in the ground.

Good, boys. Get it

over there. Cover it good.

Dad said it would hold.

He said God would see to it.

Get back here

and help me push!

Come on. Keep it going!

Push it! Go! Go!

Keep it moving! Keep it moving!

You boys did good.

Especially you, Fenton.

No. I just did as I was told.

-Well, what do you think?

-All right.

The next night he brought

home another demon.

Get down there.

It has to be done.

It's God's will.

Come on,

do it like I showed you...

the neck first, Fenton!

Fenton, get back here!

Boy!

Fenton!

I half expected angels or God to

come out of the night and stop me.

But I had to do it.

It had to end.

-Hello?

-1034 to any and all units

in the vicinity of Garden.

We have complaints of a 501 driving

on the alternate side of the street.

Hello?

Hello?

Take it easy, boys.

Don't break my door down.

Well, what's your problem?

Craziest thing

I've heard in a long time.

-What are you doing?

-Calling your dad.

-You can't.

-Yes, I can. You ought to be ashamed

-making up stories like that.

-But, it's true! I can show you!

Come on.

Let's go.

-It's around back, under the shed.

-That's enough of that now, boy.

-I'll put an end to this. Come on.

-No... he's around back.

See what your dad's got

to say about all this.

What's the trouble, sheriff?

Sorry to wake you, but your boy

here seems to have a problem.

Come on in.

I was about to head over to Lake

Thompson, to get a jump on the bass.

And he comes running in

with this wild story.

-Yep. It's quite a tale all right.

-It's the truth and you know it.

It makes me mad to think that he

told everyone down

at your office too.

You can set your mind at ease about

that. I was the only one there.

Course, I don't believe

a word of it.

What does get me,

though, is why would he

make up such a crazy story?

I don't know why he made it up.

Probably did it to get back at me

for punishing him earlier.

Did you tell him about that?

He's lying.

Just check the shed.

I don't know what to do with him.

Well, they hit puberty, seem

to lose all respect for you.

Me and my boys survived it.

You will too.

Just check the shed or the rose

garden. I could show you where

-they're buried.

-Why don't you just quit all this?

Please, I can show you.

Maybe we ought to check

the shed just to quiet him down.

Well, if it has to be done,

it has to be done.

What do you think, kiddo?

Does it have to be done?

See?

I figured we ought to have a storm

cellar. Goon down and check it out.

Just watch your step.

I'm not much of a carpenter.

I don't see a thing.

He was here.

You realize the trouble you could

get into over a thing like this?

They must have moved him

because he was here.

Adam. Adam's got him

somewhere, I know it.

-I think I've seen enough.

-But...

I could show you where

the bodies are buried.

Please!

You gotta believe me!

May God welcome you

and keep you.

I never killed

a man before tonight.

I've seen you kill plenty.

Those were demons.

That was a man.

Why can't you see that?

-You didn't have to kill him.

-I had to protect our mission.

There is no mission!

That man is dead because of you.

You see him?

Look at him!

He's dead because

you have no faith.

Do you understand

what you made me do?

-You made me commit murder!

-I didn't make you do anything!

You did!

You're crazy!

Shut up!

You're scared!

Dad, no!

Dad, don't!

l... I can't.

It's all right, Dad.

Don't cry.

Wait a minute, Fenton.

Go on inside, son. I'll be there

in a minute to tuck you in.

Goon, it's all right.

Go.

Come into the shed.

Come in and shut the door.

Are you afraid?

-Of what?

-You.

Only demons should fear me.

And you're not

a demon, are you?

The angel said you were.

But I can't believe that.

I won't.

You're my son.

And I love you more

than my own life.

You know what's funny

about all this, Fenton?

I'm afraid of you.

Go on.

-But, Dad.

-I don't want to do this, Fenton,

but I have to.

I had to kill a man tonight.

I can't let that happen again.

But, Dad,

I promise I won't tell.

I can't trust you.

I wish I could.

Now goon.

But, Dad, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too but this has to be

done. Now you get on down there

or I'll put you

down there myself.

-But, Dad...

-Go!

No!

No! No!

Dad, please!

Dad! Dad! No, please!

-No! Please, Dad!

-You'll stay till you see the truth.

-Please, Dad, don't! Please, no!

-Pray to God, Fenton.

-Please, no!

-Only He can help you now.

Please, don't

do this, Dad! No!

Please! Please,

it's me, Fenton, okay?

Please don't do this.

It's me. It's me, Fenton.

I'm not a demon! Please!

Please, please!

Please, no! Please!

Please, don't do this.

No! No! No, please, Dad!

Fenton?

Fenton!

Fenton, you all right?

Adam?

Adam, is that you?

Adam?

Adam, you gotta

get me out of here.

I can't.

But I'm hungry

and I gotta go to the bathroom.

Dad won't let me feed you.

I brought you

some water though.

He says you can

have a cup a day.

But I'll bring you

more if I can.

Look, Adam, he's gonna kill me.

You gotta get me out of here.

I can't.

Put your mouth

to the knothole right here.

You ready?

Here.

You want some more

or you want me to save it

-for later?

-More! More!

-You've gotta get me out of here.

-Dad says

you'll probably be out

of there by the end of the week.

You just have

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