Jason POV
I really feel like killing myself, but that's not gonna happen. The only up-rise about this for me is that there on my turf. The was a long awkward silence until finally Drayton spoke.
Drayton: WHAT THE HELL?!!!!! YOU SHOULD BE DEAD YOU STUPID SON OF A B*TCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just stare. How do I respond?
Nubbins: I thought Grandpa hit him in the back of the head with that hammer!
I still stare.
Drayton:.... WILL YOU SAY SOMETHING DAMN IT?!!!!!!
Nubbins: He can't talk remember?
Drayton: Oh, right
I grab the board and the marker that I use to communicate and write. Leatherface walks over and peaks to see what I'm writing. I show the board to the Sawyers...
Drayton: Oh, so you can't die?
I nod.
Drayton: Well this is bullsh*t