Knife and Hell

“I want to kill you.”

The fork and knife clattered on the plate as the lady across Kane dropped them. She inhaled deeply and her eyes went wide. “What did you say?” She whispered.

“I said ‘I want to kill you.” He muttered.

“How dare you…”

“No!” He threw his fork on the table. “How dare you! I said I don’t want to marry that bitch you want, just to get rich! I don’t even love that hooker! You always push me to do and go for things I don’t even want! Now, I’m telling you, I’ve had enough!” He stood up from the table.

The lady did the same. She took her knife and stabbed her plate, shattering it into pieces. Kane turned to walk away, but a quick pain sliced the top of his ear. The knife speared the wall with a thud. Kane stopped and touched the gash of his ear.

“I’m still your mother.” The lady sneered.

Kane clenched his teeth. “Kiss that respect goodbye and go to hell, Mother.” He said and walked away.


let me hold your words before you leave;

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