[ WP ] How to kill your best friend and get away with it .

`` Her name is Gigi. She used to be an exotic dancer.'' I told him. 
 
 `` I do n't know, man. She seems a little wilder than the girls I'm used to dating.'' Brad waffled. 
 
 `` I'm not trying to get you married. I'm just show where to get your dick wet.'' I replied, giving him a shove. 
 
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 `` We're getting married, dude.'' Brad told me, pulling me aside. `` I popped the question last night. She said yes.'' 
 
 `` Dude. Are you sure? She used to be an exotic dancer.'' I told him. 
 
 `` Fuck you. She's a good woman.'' He laughed. `` Besides. She's pregnant.'' 
 
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 `` Enjoy you honeymoon.'' I shouted. She was standing in the limo, waving through the moon room. Brad was trying to pull her down for some kisses. She was a pregnant again. 
 
 `` This is n't going to end well,'' I griped. My brother chuckled to himself. 
 
 `` Yeah. He's pretty much screwed.'' He agreed. 
 
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 `` What?'' I asked, not believing what I was hearing. 
 
 `` She's dancing again. She says I do n't make enough for us. She's out there right now stripping.'' Brad complained. 
 
 `` Hey. She comes home to you.'' I told him. 
 
 `` Yeah. Shit!'' He hissed. `` Emmy just pissed on me.'' He said, carrying his newborn inside to change her. He wrangled little Scotty as he hurried inside, pulling him along in his wake. Scotty started bawling. Emmy started bawling next. `` Shut up.'' He screamed. 
 
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 `` Dude? Have you been sitting in the dark this entire time?'' I asked. Brad lifted a bottle to his lips. 
 
 `` I did n't feel like going out.'' He complained. 
 
 `` Where's the kids?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Neighbors.'' He snapped. `` I sent them -- they're at the neighbors.'' He swigged whiskey from the bottle. 
 
 `` Where's your wife?'' I inquired, kicking dirty clothes out of the way so i did n't have to walk over them. 
 
 `` Do n't know. She has n't been home in three days. I think she's fucking her boss.'' Brad snapped, letting his brows furrow in anger. 
 
 `` Dude. You ca n't live like this.'' I said. 
 
 `` It's you're damn fault. You introduced me to her. You knew what kind of woman she was. Why the fuck did you introduce me to her?'' He gripped the bottle as if he thought I might try to take it from him. 
 
 `` Why the fuck did you marry her? Do n't put this shit on me.'' I growled. `` It's your life. You're a fucking adult. Act like one. Clean your damn house and stuff sending your kids next door so you can drink. 
 
 `` Get the fuck out.'' He snapped, kicking the coffee table over. 
 
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 `` Hey, Mike. You seen Brad?'' Tina asked over the phone. 
 
 `` No. Why? What's wrong?'' I asked. 
 
 `` He left Emmy and Scotty with me this morning and was supposed to pick them up at three. It's almost seven and he's not answering his phone. It's going straight to voice mail.'' She explained. 
 
 `` What about their mother?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Out of the picture. Did n't Brad tell you. She's making adult movies now. She's out promoting her movies and stuff. Brads been taking care of the kids for almost three months now all alone. I feel sorry for him. He's been through a lot.'' The phone with quiet, then Tina started talking again. `` Sorry. Emmy needs changed. I got ta go. Would you find Brad and let him know I need him to pick up the kids. I got ta be at work by nine.'' 
 
 `` Sure.'' I told her. `` I'll make some calls and find him.'' 
 
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 `` How longs he been here?'' I asked of the bartender. 
 
 `` Since we opened.'' He replied. 
 
 `` Cut him off. I'm taking him home to sober up.'' I told him. 
 
 `` Will do.'' The bartender went back behind the bar to tend another customer. 
 
 `` Hey, buddy. You ready to go?'' I asked, taking a seat on the stool beside him. 
 
 `` What? Oh, hey, Mikey. Wan na drink. They got beer here.'' He said, waving for the bartender. 
 
 `` No. We need to go home, Brad. Tina's got your kids. She needs to go to work.'' I told him. 
 
 `` I'm not... not done drinking yet. I-I told her I'd be back at three.'' He said. 
 
 `` It's eight-thirty, Brad. Your kids need you. It's time to go home.'' I grabbed his arm and tried to pull him toward the door. 
 
 `` Get the f-fuck off me, Dale -- Mike. I'm not ready to go home.'' He snarled. 
 
 `` You're going home right now.'' I snapped, grabbing his arm above the elbow. 
 
 `` No -- Get -- STOP IT!'' He shouted, twisting out of my grip and laughing a half-assed punch upside my head. 
 
 `` Dammit, Brad!'' I growled, balling up my own fist. He turned and ran out the door. I only made it to the side walk. Brad was in his car speeding away. He jumped the curb then came back down in the street and sped away. 
 
 `` Fuck.'' I swore, finding my own car. I hurried over and picked up Brad's kids so Tina would n't be late for work. 
 
 
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 `` Hey, Mikey. You seen Brad?'' Tina asked over the phone. 
 
 `` No. He has n't been back home yet. Me and Angie's been watching his kids for the past three days. I have n't seen him since the bar.'' I told her. `` Why?'' 
 
 `` He still owes me for the babysitting I did last week, and there's been a cop coming to his door off and on since yesterday.'' She said. 
 
 `` A cop?'' I asked with concern. 
 
 `` Yeah. Nice guy, but he wo n't say why he needs to see Brad.'' She replied. 
 
 `` Let me know if he comes around again.'' I said. 
 
 `` Will do.'' Tina responded, hanging up. 
 
 
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 `` Hey, Mikey. That cops back again.'' Tina said. 
 
 `` Keep him there.'' I told her, rushing out the door to my car. 
 
 
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 `` Hello, Officer. You looking for Brad?'' I asked, climbing out of my car. 
 
 `` No. I'm looking for his next of kin.'' He said. `` Do you have any contacts for any of his family?'' The officer asked. 
 
 `` Yeah. I'm his best friend.'' I explained. I gave the officer the number for Brad's mother and sister. `` Has something happened to him?'' I asked. 
 
 `` I ca n't discuss with anyone other than his family.'' The officer said apologetically. 
 
 `` We're like brothers.'' I told him. The officer would n't budge. 
 
 `` Look. Give me a hint. You do n't have to tell me what happened to him. Just tell me where he is? Does he need bail? Is he in a hospital? Give me something.'' I begged. 
 
 `` I ca n't discuss it with you. I'll tell you this much.'' The officer pulled me aside so Tina could n't hear. `` His car did n't survive.'' It was like someone replaced my blood with ice water. 
 
 `` He's dead?'' I cried. 
 
 `` I ca n't discuss it with you.'' The officer apologized, going back to his vehicle. 
 
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 Moral: Do n't let your best friend marry an exotic dancer.
