He had no rights… none to say shit to me. He was the last person in this world that should say shit to me, because my control was hanging on a very, very thin thread. One push will be all it’ll take for me to kill this bastard.

He had no idea how much I was holding back right now. But that doesn't stop my nails from digging into his throat and drawing blood. That doesn't stop me from squeezing even harder.

He choked, his eyes wide and red, and nobody moved or said a word to help. They all just stood still, watching.

“You see that?” I said, pointing...