Page 178 of Not Quite Dead Yet

‘LUKE!’

A thunderclap.

Not inside Billy’s head, from Luke’s hands.

A flash.

Billy blinked.

Dad fell to his knees.

A spatter on the front door, a darker red, the color of hellfire.

‘No,’ Billy whispered.

Another crack, another burst of white.

Dad fell to the ground.

He didn’t move.

Billy blinked.

Not the ending he’d planned, but an ending he could live with. Because he was the one who had to live.

For Jet.

The front door opened.

Dianne and Scott and Sophia.

Someone screamed.

Billy blinked.