Jeff POV
Damn man. "I'll be at your funeral BEN," I yelled, "it was nice knowing ya!" I walked to the bathroom in my room when suddenly, the urge to kill had erupted in me. I was going to take a shower but that can wait. I half-ran down the stairs and was about to go outside until faceless fuck face stopped me. "And just where are you going, Jeffrey?" He asked. "Stop fucking calling me that!" I yelled and with that I left and went out for my kill.
Violence POV
My mom was on the couch drunk when I walked in. "Bitch, how about the next time you say no when I ask to use something of yours, just get the fuck out of my house!" She hissed at me. I don't even remember me saying anything to her besides two days ago when she--- Oh.....that. "It's my stuff and you clearly asked a simple yes or no question." I began, "and please stop calling me names." She looked as if I just called her out of her name. "What did you just say to me,you little snobby bitch?" She said. I didn't reply because I knew what was next. She raised her fist and punched me in my gut.
