Little Lessons
Charlene was walking though the garage stubs her toe on one of the many parts sprald across the floor.
"GOD DAMMIT WILLIAM, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE AND CLEAN UP YOUR SHIT!!" She yelled.
Charlene walked into the house shutting the door behind her. Standing there in the entryway facing her is her step son William. 6'2" 250lbs of muscle. Muscles on top of muscles. And the muscle head attitude to go with it.
"Where the fuck do you get off treating this house like its your personal junkyard William!!" Charlene barked at him. "I dont deserve that William. Clean up your shit............."
Wiliam took one step towards Charlene, grabbed her by her neck, lifted her off her feet, and slamming her back in to the closed door.
With her feet dangling off the ground, Williams fingers were gripping her neck tighter and tighter. Charlene gasping for every bit of air that she could get into her lungs. She could feel her face starting to change colors from the blood loss and the light in her eyes is starting to dim.
William points his finger in Charlenes face, "This will be the last fucking time you ever speak to me like that you fuckin' cunt."
Charlene held on for as long as she could but time was not on her side. Her glased eyes slowly closed and then her body quickly went limp. William pulled her away from the door and slammed back into it one more time, but her lifeless body didnt move. He pulled her away once again to open the door and walk in to the garage.
William tossed Charlenes body on the floor like the bag he brought home everyday from the gym and noticed Stanley standing near the garage door pointing a shotgun at him.
He slowly raised his arms in the air and started walking towards him.
"If you fuckin point a gun at some one, you better fuckin intend on fuckin using it old man." William said, as took one more step closer and ready to pounce on him.
Stanley steady his hand, aimmed his shotgun straight at Williams chest and pulled the trigger. William fell back on to the ground clutching his chest trying to breathe as the blood was now filling up his lungs.
Stanley stood over William and rested the barrel of of the gun on his forehead. Mimicking what he had heard from inside the house earlier, "This will be the last fucking time you ever treat a girl like trash you fucking dick." Stanley said.
Once again Stanley pulled the trigger, this time unloading Williams brains out of his skull, all over the garage floor.
Tears fell from Stanleys eyes as he knelt down next to Charlenes dead body. He sat there for a few minutes thinking back to all the times he shared with her over the years. Realising the the cops are probably on their way, Stanley gave her a kiss and said his goodbyes and slipped out the backdoor with out being noticed.
Hours later, Stanley passed away. Broken heart I guess.
"GOD DAMMIT WILLIAM, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE AND CLEAN UP YOUR SHIT!!" She yelled.
Charlene walked into the house shutting the door behind her. Standing there in the entryway facing her is her step son William. 6'2" 250lbs of muscle. Muscles on top of muscles. And the muscle head attitude to go with it.
"Where the fuck do you get off treating this house like its your personal junkyard William!!" Charlene barked at him. "I dont deserve that William. Clean up your shit............."
Wiliam took one step towards Charlene, grabbed her by her neck, lifted her off her feet, and slamming her back in to the closed door.
With her feet dangling off the ground, Williams fingers were gripping her neck tighter and tighter. Charlene gasping for every bit of air that she could get into her lungs. She could feel her face starting to change colors from the blood loss and the light in her eyes is starting to dim.
William points his finger in Charlenes face, "This will be the last fucking time you ever speak to me like that you fuckin' cunt."
Charlene held on for as long as she could but time was not on her side. Her glased eyes slowly closed and then her body quickly went limp. William pulled her away from the door and slammed back into it one more time, but her lifeless body didnt move. He pulled her away once again to open the door and walk in to the garage.
William tossed Charlenes body on the floor like the bag he brought home everyday from the gym and noticed Stanley standing near the garage door pointing a shotgun at him.
He slowly raised his arms in the air and started walking towards him.
"If you fuckin point a gun at some one, you better fuckin intend on fuckin using it old man." William said, as took one more step closer and ready to pounce on him.
Stanley steady his hand, aimmed his shotgun straight at Williams chest and pulled the trigger. William fell back on to the ground clutching his chest trying to breathe as the blood was now filling up his lungs.
Stanley stood over William and rested the barrel of of the gun on his forehead. Mimicking what he had heard from inside the house earlier, "This will be the last fucking time you ever treat a girl like trash you fucking dick." Stanley said.
Once again Stanley pulled the trigger, this time unloading Williams brains out of his skull, all over the garage floor.
Tears fell from Stanleys eyes as he knelt down next to Charlenes dead body. He sat there for a few minutes thinking back to all the times he shared with her over the years. Realising the the cops are probably on their way, Stanley gave her a kiss and said his goodbyes and slipped out the backdoor with out being noticed.
Hours later, Stanley passed away. Broken heart I guess.
