He had no rights… none to say s**t to me. He was the last person in this world that should say s**t to me, because my control was hanging on a very, very thin thread. One push will be all it’ll take for me to kill this bastard.
He had no idea how much I was holding back right now. But that doesn't stop my nails from digging into his throat and drawing blood. That doesn't stop me from squeezing even harder.
He choked, his eyes wide and red, and nobody moved or said a word to help. They all just stood still, watching.
“You see that?” I said, pointing back at the room. “Do you feel the silence, Richard? The stillness? That won't change if I snap your neck. Nothing will change if I choose to kill you here and now.”
“Because… I called… you for… what… you are?” he choked out with blood on
