Vince was sick and tired of being pushed around, but right fucking now I hate everything, I hate everyone.
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He was sick and tired of being pushed around and tonight was his last straw. He shoved the jock up against the wall, placing his switchblade at his throat. "shut the fuck up,"
Chad was intimidated by Vince as his eyes were on the knife that was pointed at him but didn't cut him. "Schneider, cops are on their way if you don't stop it right now," Grumbled the bartender which angered Vince even farther. What made it worse was when his mother came. She grabbed him by his wrist dragging him away from the bar, leading him to his car.
Leslie Macher was indeed not happy with her son. But then again, when is she ever not happy with Vince Schneider?
He couldn't help but feel a surge of fury gnaw at his belly as he clenched his fists following his mother. He reached after her and swung, knocking her out cold, taking the keys to her car.
"Fuck you,"
Vince let out a deep sigh, feeling the anger swelling deeper and deeper as it was beginning to burst. Overwhelmed by his aggression toward his mother which only proceeded to get worse as he sat there in silence, contemplating his next move.
Finally, he looked up over at his mother's half-lidded eyes and got in his car, starting the engine and he drove through her skull, killing her on impact.
"Fuck you!"
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