Gasping for breath and wiping milk from his eyes, all Baxter could do was glare at his parents who grinned at him in anticipation. He wanted to do something stupid or violent, but his parents literally enjoyed torturing him, and he was well aware that they had no problem hanging him from the banister by his tighty whities.
Baxter slowly began to finish off the remainder of his breakfast.
"Well you're no fun at all," his father taunted, setting down his newspaper.
"Hows this for fun?"
Suddenly Baxter launched the empty glass bowl, His father taking the hit squarely on the nose. Blood spewed everywhere.
Baxter tore off upstairs in fear of his father's wrath. When he reached the top, he heard his mother screaming and his father laughing his a** off.
"Would you shut the hell up, Jane? Besides that was a hell of a shot..."
Baxter heard this and slowly crept down the stairs, thinking he had gotten off the hook.
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A MASSACRED LIFE
Mat Massacre's journal to when he feels emo. Or pissed. Usually those two enhance each other.
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