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I don't care anymore. I'm done.
I look my stepfather in the eye and smirk. He's had his foot against my throat for nearly twenty years and I'm about to end his sad pathetic life. "Do something boy. But know if you don't kill me.. you're gonna wish you did" he groans though his bust up lips and I chuckle as I step closer. "You think you can win against me. You're truly disappointing me Mark fucking Hyland!" I say condescending making him growl at me before spit comes towards my feet and I punch him straight in his face again and again. He stumbles back and I land one last punch making him fall backwards and groan out. "What's wrong? Can't handle a beating. Imagine being seven and receiving this!" I growl at him and swing my foot straight into his ribs repeatedly. I see my younger self flash in my minds eye. I'm curled up in the fetal position as he punches and kicks at me for no reason.. for simply existing in this fucked up world.
I stop as I breathe heavily feeling my anger boiling, vibrating through my body as I look down at his bloody and bruised face. Why am I not feeling better? This should make me feel better! Twenty years I endure his shit for! I growl at my thoughts and stamp my boot covered foot straight down onto his chest letting my boot do the damage I need.
He struggles to breathe as I watch him spit blood from his mouth and it's not enough. Nothing will ever be enough. He took everything away from me. Now I'm about to take his life away from him.
I step back and grab the hammer from the table and swing it in my hand as he looks at me with near dead eyes.
"I should of killed you long ago boy" he spits through his weasing breath and I grip the hammer stilling it and I stare at him for a second and feel a rush of adrenaline curse through me and I don't stop myself when the hammer swings and lands on his stomach first making him cry out so I swing again, and again as he tries to move. I get his back, chest and shoulders repeatedly before I roar out seeing him stood over my mama and swing the claw part of the hammer down straight into his temple killing him instantly. I stumble back letting go of the hammer that's left impaled in his head and just watch as he lies in a pool of his blood.
This is what I wanted. What I needed. He's gone. Finally, he's gone. He'll never hurt my mama or me again.
I gather my bearings and look around the spacious garage seeing the Jerry can off to the side and head over to it feeling the can near full. I sigh relieved and walk back over to Mark pouring the gasoline as I go and then soaking his body. I pour it all over the car, in and outside of it, I soak his counters and everything that will help the garage go up before I sprinkle it on my way out. The toss the can off to the side and pull out my box of matches.
I look around feeling a satisfied feeling spreading through me. I did a good. I swipe the match and throw it towards Mark's body and watch as he become consumed by flames before pocketing the box and turning walking away. I saved mama. I saved myself.
