I threw another punch, my hand covered in Leonardo's blood.

"Please stop!" He begged, blood spilling from his mouth as he tried to speak.

I couldn't feel any mercy for him, no matter how hard I tried. I couldn't feel anything, and the things I was going to do to my father, would be so much worse.

Ace stood in the corner of the room, smoking a cigarette. He always seemed to have one with him; he says it helps calm him down. I don't believe that though. I've witnessed Ace being angry, nothing calms him.

He began to walk out the door before saying, "Ice, I've got to go....