"Billy—" Charlie attempted to appeal to him but Will was far beyond that. Nothing could save him now.
He yanked one of the knives out of his father's chest and jammed it into the floorboards directly next to his skull, nicking his ear in the process.
"Not another word out of you," Will growled. "You don't know anything about me and you never have. The fight I got into at school that convinced you I was like you? It was because someone saw Jean kissing her lover and I said it couldn't be true. He insulted my mother; anyone would snap over that!"
He got more heated as he continued venting a lifetime of grievances, accentuating each one with a series of blows to a man that was already down.
"And yeah, I've done some things I would have rather avoided to survive. But whose fault was that? Who left me alone to starve? Who made me a ward of the state? Who left me with absolutely nothing?
