He places the bloody blade down at her feet and steps backwards. His deep, recessed eyes stare blankly towards her, while his once twisted face, now emotionless. ”You have done well my pet, now, you can rest,” she says, seconds later he drops to the floor in a lifeless heap.
“Consider this matter OVER! If you darken my door again, or I hear from anyone, ever, about this bile spewing from your mouth, I’ll do more than show you the DOOR! Do you understand?” ”B-B-B-But, s-s-she’s your daughter, you can’t jus....” ”I can do whatever I wish, whenever I wish!”
“How many more lies have you told me? How many times have I been a pawn in your stupid games!” She yells, slapping him across the face. He allows a smirk to escape from beneath his mustache. "Every single chance I get, every time so...” But his words fall short.
“A wet dreams nightmare, that’s what I’d call that!” Emerson says laughing hysterically, as he can no longer hold it in. ”You said you wouldn’t laugh! You promised!” ”Yeah, and you said you’d tell me a story I wouldn’t believe, seems like we both lied. Shit like that happens everyday!”
"Three chances down Sammy!" He says as he slithers over him like a snake, and hisses in his ear. "How many more can you afford to lose?" "F-F-FUCK YOU!" Sammy screams back in defiance. "So, Next question?" He says, smiling as he places the knife's blade against Sammy’s index finger.
Hello to everyone, I hope you all made it through Halloween safely? I just wanted to let you know what's going to happen for the next 30 days here at Twisted Roads. I've been wanting to write some more shorts for a while, but, the time hasn't been there, because, unlike when I was doing …