warning; blood and gore. Sensitive persons can skip
Damian
The sight of his broken teeth, curtesy my fists, repels me even more than his stench breath- other than the blood that is being coughed up I mean. This scum of the earth that I call father. “Argh,” he grabs my hair in a fist weakly from on the side of me where he’s lying in his pooling blood on the floor of the garage. . The action does nothing more than nudge my head, a bit to the side.
But I cover his mouth with my hand pressing down with more strength than I need to, to quiet the sound. The neighbors had alienated us years ago but still, I didn’t want to chance it.
The wet warm blood that escapes from the opening I just made on his neck, splatters across my face and I blink a bit to prevent it from entering my eyes, turning
