Mike Perry Spitting Blood Novels & Stories

He swiped at his mouth and when he looked down There was blood on his fingers, there were more gasps and whispers. His face twisted “You-“ he sputtered, stumbling upright. “Are you fucking insane?” He points at Knox, who just shrugs, completely calm. “Who is this fucking guy, Paige?” Mike points at me “You bitch, you came here to harass me and you were cheating, bet you have been whoring-“

He took out his phone and hurled it to the ground, the screen shattering instantly. Then, under my terrified gaze, he threw himself headfirst into the wall until he began bleeding from his forehead. "You dipshit, I swear I'm going to get back everything you owe Vicky on her behalf!" he said, snarling at me. A split second later, he suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs. "Help! Save me! This lunatic is trying to kill me!" Soon, hurried footsteps could be heard, and a few medical staff from the hospital saw the bloodied Mike and my frozen self standing there. They immediately rushed up to us and wrestled me to the floor, pinning me there.

A high-pitched screaming was the loudest one ever and Alaric turned to his side to see Mike on the floor and the scream was coming from him. In the blink of an eye, he stood in front of Mike and scrunched his nose when an awful smell enveloped everywhere. He looked down at Mike’s legs, realizing the man had peed himself with the liquid staining his pants. “How frail.” “P-please, p-please, l-let me go. I-I b-beg of you.” Mike cried, not believing what he had just witnessed. If anyone had told him that the gentle-looking man could be so dangerous, he would have never believed it. Never in a million years.

“To hell with you! What can you do, damn it.” “I can break all your bones in the most beautiful tone you've ever heard.” “You son of a b****, you're just bluffing!” “You better shut your mouth and clean it with a tissue, damn it.” Andy released his grip, and suddenly Mike felt all the bones in his body moving as if broken. A piece of bone now protruded from his elbow, and blood gushed from his mouth. Mike stared wide-eyed and screamed for help as his bone protruded from under his jacket, and blood flowed like water from a tap.

It was so much that she couldn't even breathe. “Mom! That's enough!” Perry exclaimed. He pushed her mother aside before continuing, “Stephenie didn't change me, you and Dad did. I mean, just look at what you—” but as Perry looked at Stephenie on the floor, he was stunned and a cold shiver ran up his spine as he saw Stephenie's thighs covered in blood. Perry took a step closer and confirmed his nagging suspicion. “Stephenie, why on earth are you bleeding down there?” he asked, a horror painted on his face, a horror he wished wasn't real.

His right hand was still wrapped in the clean white sports tape I had applied, a stark reminder of the violence he had handed out for me just twenty-four hours prior. ​"You're going to go blind sitting in the dark, Gilbert," Mike murmured, his deep, gravelly voice echoing softly against the high ceiling. ​I let out a tired sigh, leaning back against the leather chair. "What are you doing here, Mike? It’s past eleven. If the house staff sees me up here this late—"

Something was wrong somewhere, I could not place a finger on it but something did not feel right with me at all. “Hayley!” I turned to see Mike yelling my name. My heart stopped dead when I saw Lance’s hand over his shoulder for support as the other hand held on to his stomach to hold in a bleeding. The shirt he was wearing was covered in blood. Rushing to them, I placed a hand over the injury Lance had brought. “What happened?!” I yelled angrily at him. “He ran too fast and met with a three,” Mike explained to me. “I told you to be careful Lance!” I glared hard at him.