I wish they would just bring this show back. It would be nice to see what happens! But, hey, they obviously don't care what the fans think. Arrogant jerks. Anyhoo, anyone seen the movie "The Ruins"?

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"Tommy was gonna have to hold his own at Huey's funeral, but it turns out that Huey's funeral procession would end at his brother's bar. Ah, welcome the akwardness that is this memory."

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"Please, Tommy, tell me you're joking," I said as I sat on the stool at the Firecracker Lounge, ready and willing to throw my beer bottle at the idiot behind the counter.

"No, I'm not," he said, shaking his head. I leaned over the counter and slapped him across the face. "Hey! What the hell was that for?!" he asked, rubbing his now red cheek.

"For being stupid," I told him.

"I didn't know that I would be hosting your uncle's funeral here, I am so sorry," he said, sarcasm dripping from every syllable of every word. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Don't make me throw this bottle at you," I said, then took a quick swig of my beer, setting the now empty bottle on the counter. Then I looked up at him and said, "You're on your own for this one, Tommy." And with that, I slid out of the chair and walked out the door. The bright morning light warmed my face as I walked down the street, humming to myself and thinking about a lot of different things. I wondered if maybe I should drop by and see my aunt and nephew. I wondered how they were holding up. And then I stopped and realized that I don't think I could face them after all this. I couldn't even face it myself. I soon heard a car horn honking and looked over to my left and saw my dad's car there. I took a deep breath and walked over to the rolled down window. Thank God he didn't open the door for me to get in. I may just loose it right now.

"Hey, daddy," I said with a sad smile.

"Hey, baby," he said and then asked, "have you seen Jimmy Donnelly around anywhere?" I tilted my head out of curiousity and then shook my head. It was the truth at least, but I knew that the next time I saw Jimmy I would be warning him that my father is looking for him. "Okay. Do you need a ride to Huey's wake?" I shook my head gently.

"No, daddy, I still have to go get ready yet," I told him and then I lied through my teeth, "I was just grabbing a bite to eat at the diner."

"Oh, alright," he said. "I'll see you later, honey." I nodded as he drove away.

"Yeah, later," I muttered, my smile slipping from my face. Today was gonna be a tough day.

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"Now, our little Kris is a very smart girl, keeping her wits about her at all times. Even during her uncle's wake, she stayed strong. It was, uhm, when they got to the Firecracker Lounge did things get a little out of hand."

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"Hey, Mattie," I said, sitting down next to my cousin. He looked up at me, a mixture of confusion and sadness in his eyes. I put my arm around him carefully and pulled him close to me. "How you holdin' up, kid?"

"Okay, I guess," he told me. "Uncle Dokey said I'm not supposed to cry and it's hard." I looked back at him, blinking my eyes and was extremely confused. My father had told him not to cry?

"Why did he say that?" I ask him.

"Because I have to be strong and Farrells don't cry," he told me. I blinked again, more than extremely upset with my father.

"Well, don't listen to him," I told Matt gently, giving him a kiss on the cheek and hugging him. "It's okay to cry and there's absolutely nothing wrong with it, so long as you have a good enough reason to cry." He looked up at me and smiled a bit. "And I think we both do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I better go find Uncle Dokey and yell at him." He nodded his head and I got up, on my way to look for my father before I someone rudely ran into me. I looked up and was met with the blue eyes of Kevin. Then I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Where were you off to in such a hurry?" I asked him. He turned to look behind him before muttering something I couldn't understand and then running off again. I followed him as he made his way out the door. What the hell?

"Hey, Sean," I said, approaching the bar where he was at.

"Hey, Kris, he said, smiling up at me from her seat.

"Have you seen my dad?" I asked and he nodded, pointing over to where the basement steps were. "Thanks," I told him.

"Not a problem," he replied. I made my way over to the steps and began my descent. I heard voices beyond a doorway and realized my father wasn't alone. Some of his goons were there. Not to mention Jimmy, Jenny, and Tommy. This day hasn't gotten a lot worse than I thought it could. I put my back against the wall and put my hand over my mouth. That's why Kevin was running. I soon huffed and found my strength to walk around the corner and say what I thought needed to be said.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I hadn't realized my voice was so strong and my father quickly looked at me. He stood up, trying to hide his weapon of choice before pulling a smile on his face.

"Hey, peanut," he began, "we were just having a little chat down here."

"I'm not seven years old anymore, dad," I told him. "That trick stopped working long ago." He frowned at me and my mind went numb. My dad never frowned at me. Ever. I think I've made a mistake in doing this.

"Maybe you should go upstairs?" Tommy suggested. "With Jimmy and Jenny?" I looked over at him. Was he serious? Leave him alone down here, with my bloodthirsty father?

"Tommy," Jenny hissed at him. She obviously didn't want to and I know Jimmy was stubborn and he wouldn't want to so why the hell should I?! I just shook my head at him and looked over at my father.

"I can't believe you would tell Mattie that it's not okay to cry!" I spat at him. "And I can't believe you for doing whatever the hell you're doing!"

"I just want to talk to them, Krissy," he told me. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Then you can do it with me here 'cause I'm certainly not leaving," I told him defiantly. I was not going to be a big chicken like Kevin was. Even if I was actually scared of my father.

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"So just like that," Joey Ice Cream began, snapping his fingers for emphasis, "his little Princess began her own revolution inside of herself. Breaking away from all that he thought she was and turning into one of his worst enemies. His worst mistake."

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What chu think?