Go to Hell, Little Monster

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.