"Get off me!" James cried as his mother had her hands wrapped around his throat.
"I'm gonna kill you! You ruin everything. I should've strangled you when you were born, but I raised you but look how ungrateful you are," she screeched.
"Raised me? You tortured me! Did you forget about all the scars and burn marks you gave me? Am I supposed to be grateful for those too?" he snarled. He tried not to hurt her with all his might, but she was making it difficult for him.
"I hate you!" she cried.
"The feeling is mutual," his voice shook. He couldn't take it anymore and pushed her. She stumbled backward and fell. James looked in shock as she hit her head on a table and was out cold within seconds.
"Mom?" he called out and ran towards her. "Fuck...this isn't happening," he groaned. He looked a
