40 -Incompitent Fool

I freeze in my tracks as those words reach my ears. It's been 13 years since I lost my mother and no one. Not a single soul, has had the guts to speak about her in such a way.

The highest I got, was from Stella. 'I wonder how you were raised? 'I was going to lash out on her, but Christiana stopped me...

I turn to Damien slowly and question in hope that I heard wrong, for his own sake,

"What did you just say? "

"That's right. You heard me. Clearly, the bi*ch who raised you taught you no manners!

I wonder what killed her. What was it? AIDS? STD? "He yells and an eruption takes place in my head.

I suddenly lose control of my mind, sight, mobility, and self. I soon find my hands in clenched fists, flying to both my side simultaneously. Upon looking down, I find Damien beneath me.

His lips are moving, and pain is written all over his sorry expression, but I can't hear him, neither can I stop.

I soon feel strong arms take hold of me,