I'm Sorry, Jimmy

After the troopers showed up at my door, I knew this was it. I knew that somehow, someway, Katie's murder was going to be pinned on me. I deserved it. I did kill someone after all. It wasn't prison I was afraid of, if anything prison would be the best place for me, I'm a wolf, I belong with other wolves. Prison doesn't scare me, Jimmy scares me. The Savage brothers scare me. The police will throw me in jail, Jimmy and the Savage brothers will kill me. I deserve whatever I get, I guess. I just don't want Jimmy to think I would do this to him. I would never do that. I've carried a lot of resentment towards Jimmy for so many years, but I still respected him as much as I did 10 minutes before I was taken. Jimmy left me in that car, he didn't climb in and he made me do it alone. He should've been there. He should've helped me. I know he's going to kill me. Literally kill me when he finds out. Celeste will tell him everything I said to her as I expected she would, she just wants to do what's right. How can I blame her for that? He will find out the evidence the police have on me and his mind will be made up. And I will be dead. When the Savage brothers invited me to go for a drink with them, and I climbed into the back of their car, I turned around because I knew I would never return to my house, to my family. I was being kidnapped all over again, except this time I went willingly, this time the ending to the memory will be better. I will be dead. I will finally be free from this. Walking into the bar I expected to see Jimmy, but he was no where to be found. I knew he would show up eventually and get his revenge. The Savage brothers were feeding me these drinks that I was not about to refuse, telling me stories that I pretended I cared about. I pretended like I didn't know what was going on. But I know Jimmy, and I know the Savage brothers. Jimmy finally showed up and soon after he sat down I had to run out to the pier where I had disposed of the muggers body days before to throw up the 10 shots I had just taken. I turned around after my stomach settled and Jimmy was there, unsettling my stomach again. This was it. Dave Boyle died 25 years ago and the wolf that remained in his body was about to die too.