"If you don't stop yawnin' and eat your god damn cheerios, I am gonna force feed 'em to ya with my fist."
Baxter was used to his Mother's idle threats, and he showed her how much with his middle finger.
"I'm six now, b***h, I can do what I want."
"What the ******** ever, Bax. When you start payin' these bills, then you can do what you want. But I will not have you wastin' food, just cause ya couldn't get to sleep over the sound of your dad an' me last night. Got it, s**t face?"
"Go rot in hell, hag."
Instantly his mother grabbed him by the back of his hair and thrust is entire face into the bowl. All Baxter could do was yelp in pain and hold his breath.
Baxter's father came downstairs and sat across the table from him, where his mother still had him pinned in his milk.
"Taste good there, Chap?"
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A MASSACRED LIFE
Mat Massacre's journal to when he feels emo. Or pissed. Usually those two enhance each other.
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