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really that I knew.
    Sometimes Zyler didn’t tell me everything with his dad, but when I asked he said his dad never knew.
    I’d never do stuff like that if my dad was like that, but I guess you got to live.

    Another time Zyler said this: My dad isn’t what you think.
    Me:
    Zyler: He bought me this.
    And he showed me his Casio G-Shock watch and said how they’d gone for pizza and drinks and he could order whatever he wanted but he just got a strawberry lemonade and he even got dessert.
    Me:
    Zyler: He’s my dad, Log.
    Me: Okay.
    Zyler: You still don’t get it.
    Me:
    Zyler: He’s all I got.
    Me: Okay.

    Sometimes, before it happened and everything, I’d ride by Cami’s house all by myself.
    I’d do it early with my paper route.
    Those times I didn’t tell Zyler about.
    I didn’t think he’d care anyway, probably.
    But then again, maybe he would.
    I didn’t really know anything.

    After I ran away from Dr. Benson’s office and I yelled and just sat there, I knew I was going to be in trouble.
    I knew Mom and Dad were going to be mad.
    I just hoped they wouldn’t call the police.
    They called the police the one time I ran away at Mulholland.
    But that was clear back when I was eleven and I was mad because Mom had read my journal.
    And she’d found out about how Zyler and I had stolen a couple candy bars from Beeman’s and she was so MAD.
    I remember coming home from school the day she found out and she
    Yelled this: Logan Freeman Paloney, you get in here right now!
    She was in the kitchen and I had no idea what this was going to be about.
    With Mom you never knew.
    Mom: Mr. Beeman called.
    Me: Okay.
    Mom: Don’t you get sarcastic with me, young man.
    Me:
    Mom: He told me that you and Zyler have taken some things from his store.
    At this point I was confused.
    There was no way Mr. Beeman had really called because Zyler had taken the bars back because we felt so bad and he apologized and said sorry for me too.
    I couldn’t go because it was dinnertime and so I had to be home.
    Zyler doesn’t really have a curfew.
    Mr. Beeman was pretty nice about it and actually gave them back to Zy for his honesty. This had all happened like a few months before this encounter with Mom.
    Me: What are you talking about, Mom?
    Mom: Logan. Stop lying. I know the truth.
    Me: No you don’t, and you’re lying.
    Mom: You’re grounded.
    Me: That’s not fair.
    Mom: You are grounded, young man, and that’s it.
    And then she started talking about the neighbors finding out and what about Mr. Beeman and on and on.
    Later that night when I was sitting pissed on my bed I saw that my journal was the wrong side in on my shelf. I pulled it out and read my last entry.
    March 18
    Zyler and I took candy bars from Beeman’s. We both feel bad. Zyler will fix it.
    That’s all I had written and I hadn’t opened the book since.
    Mom had read my journal.
    I was so mad and mad and mad that I decided I didn’t want a liar for a mom.
    So I packed my pillowcase and snuck out the back door.
    That was the worst runaway I’ve ever done so far.
    And that’s when I found out for real about Zyler’s dad.

    I ran away because my mom lied and read my journal.
    I went to Zyler’s.
    Here’s what I saw when I climbed into his window: Nothing.
    Zyler wasn’t in there, but his light was on and his music was on and his clothes were all over just like always.
    Here’s what I did: Listen to see if I could hear him in the hall or bathroom.
    Here’s what I heard: __________ except the TV sort of.
    Here’s what I did next: Started to climb back out the window because I didn’t want to be there if only Zyler’s dad was there because maybe Zyler had to go get him something. Right when I touched the ground is when it happened.
    Here’s what I heard: A scream. A “No, Dad! Please, no!!” And it was Zyler and it was so loud and shaking and backed into a corner. “NO NO NO!!! PLEASE!!!”
    Here’s what I heard next: Shut up! Shut up you (&*%^% (&*)!!! And