Screams…He couldn't get the screams out of his mind as he sat in the corner of his room, as though a child that had been put in time out. His body shock from uncontrollable shivers and he knew it was from shock from what he had just done. It pained him more than anything to hold himself back from running after her and telling her he's sorry. It hurt him more than anything that he could have hurt his own child but he did it because he thought she had been the victor.
She hadn't been anything more than a victim from the day she married him.
His head was in his lap as he tried to hold back his very own cries, knowing that he had been unsuccessful for the past five hours. Repeatedly walking up and down, trying to sleep off the alcohol but her screams had been more than enough. He had been so frustrated, so angry and so hurt that he had done something too brutal. Something he knew mafia rarely did.
