Go to Hell, Little Monster
Language: en
I had a beautiful daughter. She had just turned eighteen. Her closet was filled with all kinds of beautiful dresses, but because of a little monster, she would never have the chance to wear them again. The little monster stood there, flipping me the middle finger with a smug grin. "Your daughter’s life was cheap anyway. She got what she deserved! We’re minors. Our age is a get-out-of-jail-free card." Marcus went mad. He grabbed a kitchen knife, wanting to trade his life for that bastard's. But I held him back with all my strength. "One death is too easy for him. Both he and his mother…