I picked up a flower pot from off of the window sill and launched it at the woman's head.
She fell to the ground unconsciously, clothes soiled in dirt.
I inched closer to her attempting to pick to get the knife from out of her hands.
Stephen yelled, "Trey! "
I looked back at him and felt the knife's blade slice right through my forearm.
I clenched my eyes clothes and tried to keep the arm from bleeding.
While she was still on the floor I lifted her up by her neck squeezing tightly so that she was gasping for air.
Stephen tried to loosen my grip around her neck, but I was not letting go of this bitch.
She's going to understand how it feels to lose something.
Stephen pushed me knocking her lose out of my hands.
She fell down to her knees coughing and grasping for air, I kicked her.
Stephen drug me out of the house and pushed me in the car and closed the door behind him.
"What the hell is wrong with you Trey?" He yelled, "You tried to kill her didn't you. "
"What's wrong with you? I said back in the same tone,"You must have not seen the knife she was threatening to use on me."
But there's something wrong with me.
I didn't know it was a crime to defend yourself.
"You held her by her neck and choked her." He says, "That's not self defense you tried to kill her."
"Didn't she have the same intentions with that big ass chef's knife." I say showing him the large cut gong across my entire forearm.
At this point Stephen had nothing to say.
Exactly what I thought.
The ride home was silent all you could hear was the car engine.
I stared out of the window waiting until we got to where we needed to go.
Which seemed like forever in this silence.
But I didn't mind it being quiet this time.
It gave me time process and put all my thoughts together I guess.
Once we arrived at the house I walked right in.
Still in complete silence I began to work on my homework assignments.
Stephen walked in and attempted to apologize.
I didn't respond to him, not that I was still mad or anything.
I just feel like I need to keep to myself for a little while.
I continued to work on my homework as Stephen stood there waiting for me to respond to him.
"Trey I know you hear me." He says sounding annoyed.
Damn can't you take a hint?
"I did." I say dryly.
I caught a glimpse of his facial expression.
I part of me wanted to laugh in his face but I don't have it in me right now.
I just decided to not react to the situation.
I'm guessing this didn't fly with him at all.
"Why the fuck you acting like that?" He asked in a irritated tone, "I apologized and everything and you're sing the most. "
