All eyes were trained to the impaled figure of my father, pinned to the earth.
“I said do I make myself clear?” Tommy repeated, the smile dropping from his face.
Everyone slowly nodded, every eye wet with tears and wide with horror.
Tommy threw a thumb over his shoulder, “Now get rid of him. I need to put his son to bed.”
I took a step back, tears flowing freely from my eyes, shaken to the core, unable to stop staring at my dead father. My world swam and rocked, my vision a streaking blur of color. I felt like I was going to throw up, pass out, scream until I couldn’t breathe anymore.
Tommy was suddenly looming over me, sweeping me up in his arms. He pressed my shocked face into his shoulder and stroked my hair.
As we went into the house and up to my bedroom, I heard a rumble in Tommy’s chest.
“Hehehehehehe.”