Mother forget her gun close to me so i took an opportunity. Before I went down on another woman I quickly grabbed the gun shocking everyone pointing it at a client. Mother cursed at me to drop it down reminding me her favor of adopting me. I did develop an emotion that day, an emotion never felt towards her, it was hate it spread through my senses like wild fire making me remember all the torture and pain up until that day, i shot at everyone in the room except mother, the more bullets I shot out the more angry I became. Women, it was women who used me like i was some toy, a tool, a s*x tool and i hate every single one of them. I dropped the gun and ran through the door as my mental cage wasn't there if you know what i mean. Mother was shook.
I got hit by a car and was taken to the hospi
