My first murder...Part 1

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Shop Manager: "Hey"...

"HEY YOU!"

"GET UP YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

As i opened my eyes gasping for air, i could feel a sharp pain in my stomach from a low kick to the gut by the manager.

Shop Manager: "Go back home you fucking piece of trash! This back ally aint the place for failures like you son! Did daddy kick you out or something, awwh what a shame."

I frozed.
Slowly getting up, I stared at the manager with tears running down my eyes.
For a moment it felt as tho i could slit his throat and cut open his chest and eat his organs.

Shop Manager: "Anyways, get going kid, i don't want you outside my sho- ughh ugh LET...MEE GOO!!!... ah ahhh...."

I jumped and grabbed his throat from behind as he was turning back to go inside.
He was putting up a struggle trying to free his neck from my firm arms. I could feel his pulse rapidly beating from the side of his neck.
He turnt my back to the wall and slammed into it.
It almost felt as tho my breathe hand left me for a while. Immobalized and paralized i fell face first to the ground.

Shop Manager: "Huh, damn kid haha, for a minute there i thought i was gonna die!"
He said with a smug smile on his face.
"Now, where were we?"

He picked up a near by piece of a steel rod that was outside with the trash near by. He looked at me and smiled menacingly as he threw the rod up in the air muliple times like if he was playing baseball.

Shop Manager: "Yah see, this is what little shits like you get for messing with a man like me. Dont go crying to mommy when im done with you kid"

what did he just say?...

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