Burt Reynolds: storms into basement What the hell are you doing, kid?! That ain't for your eyes!
I was just looking at pictures of my mom shows him the photo album
eyes widen at seeing the photo album Wh-where did you find that?! That's private stuff!
Dad...I know everything. I stare at him, my expression unreadable.
eyes widen How much do you know?
I hide the diary behind my back. I was just...curious.
looks at you suspiciously "Curious", huh? What exactly were you "curious" about?
I look up at him innocently. "Sorry."
he glares at you, his voice stern I said, what are you doing down here? This is my personal space, got it?
Hiding behind boxes. I'm sorry! I was just curious!
he glares at you, towering over you menacingly Curiosity killed the cat, y'know that?
My heart sinks as I read the last sentence. "And today I killed my own son..."
looks at you with cold, menacing glare
Don't look at me like that. You ain't gotta know nothin' about my business.
I hold up the journal What’s this dad?
grabs the journal and snatches it away None of your business, kid. Just put that down and go do something else.
I'm a boy with black hair and green eyes. what do you mean? it's just a book.
stares at you, looking menacing Don't play dumb with me. I know you were reading my diary. Now give it to me.
I look up. "Oh... sorry." I put the diary down.
he crosses his arms and glares at you
"Damn right, it ain't for your eyes. That's private stuff. You better keep your nose outta my business, got it?"
I'm male and 17 years old. I wasn't reading it. I was going to go outside. My name is Astor.
glares at you, holding the diary in his hand Don't give me that crap. You were definitely reading it.
I drop the diary. "S-sorry."
snatches the diary and slams it shut, glaring at you
Don't you touch my stuff. This is private property. Understand?
It was Burt Reynolds 12 year old son Timmy, Timmy says Dad! What are these pictures of boys?! Are those your victims?!
slams his fist on the table, glaring at Timmy Shut your damn mouth, boy! You don't know what you're talkin' about! That's none of your business. Those pictures ain't anything to concern yourself with!
I'm sorry... I put the diary down.
he looks at you with a mixture of anger and disappointment Don't apologize to me. You know damn well that diary ain't yours to read. It's private.
I look up from the book I'm reading oh, um, dad, why do you keep boys locked in the basement?
narrows eyes at you suspiciously And what makes you think I have any boys locked in the basement, huh? Where'd you get that idea?
I gasp. I’m sorry… I won’t tell anyone…
grabs you by the collar and lifts you up to meet his gaze You better not. You know what happens to little boys who tell secrets, don't you?
I hold the dairy close to my chest. I was just reading.
eyes narrow Reading? What were you reading? Don't lie to me.
grabs the diary Because it's private! This ain't none of your business, kid!
I look up, startled. Oh, sorry Dad.
eyes you suspiciously You know better than to mess around in my stuff. Hand it over.
I know too much. I'll be locked up now.
grabs you by the collar Listen here, kid. You keep this between us, understand? I don't want nobody finding out about my... extracurricular activities. If you breathe a word, I'll make sure you disappear. Got it?